December 2010
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R.S.V.P
We may not always agree on shopping destinations (COS again Zoë?), but the one place that gets both of our consumerist juices flowing is paper porn paradise R.S.V.P. This small, wood-lined shop in Mitte is like the stationary cupboard of our nerdiest fantasies, stacked high with beautifully designed notebooks, pens and accessories from around the…
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Love Loft
As in, we love our loft. Don’t worry, we don’t call our new apartment the Love Loft, in an MTV Cribs “this is where the magic happens” kind of way. In fact, sharing one room with two cats 24/7 pretty much guarantees that NOTHING happens here. Aaaanyway… here’s where we’re going to be living, for…
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No Fire, No Glory
Germans seem to offer coffee in two extreme variations: milky as hell and more schwartz than midnight. Thank fuck, then, for No Fire, No Glory in Friedrichshain, a coffee shop that brings Australia’s most important export – the flat white – to Berlin. Try it “Australian style (stronger with less milk than the “German”) along…
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ButterClock, Madame Claude
Madame Claude, with its Black Lodge aesthetic and furniture nailed to the ceiling, was an inspired venue choice for a showcase from an up-and-coming witch house artist. Depending on who you listen to, witch/haunted/drag/wevs is set to either turn electronic music upside-down or expose itself as just another triumph of style over substance. Pulling back…
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Holy Shit Shopping
While we’ve always found London alt.Xmas markets like the BUST Magazine Craftacular to be pricey, busy and full of tits (Pamflet grrls excepted), Holy Shit Shopping was like a microcosm of Berlin itself. Warmed by glühwein, shoppers found space to browse stalls run by friendly artisans offering (fairly cheap) products that reminded us of what…