Vinyl Stories: Joined Up Writing
The 1980s were a decade of becoming. Not just growing older, but becoming someone. Learning who you were by learning who moved you, which voices reached in and rearranged something inside you that hadn’t quite found its shape yet. Depeche Mode gave me the New Romantic shimmer, that particular longing that felt almost too beautiful…
Cold Grey Silence
There are moments you cannot prepare for. Not really. You can plan to visit an exhibition, set aside an evening, even look forward to it a little. But what actually awaits you cannot be anticipated. Last night at Fotografiska Berlin, I was reminded of that again. The museum’s entrance greets you with a charm that…
Vinyl Stories: Gods Own Medicine
It started with a cover. I was sixteen, standing in ELPI in Krefeld, flipping through the racks the way you do when you’re not looking for anything specific but somehow certain that something is about to find you. And then it did. The cover, dark and embossed, and on the front, a heroic figure sculpted…
