The Cat In The Hat

Ok, a quick word regarding the new world order. Berlin – we're here, we're pioneers – get use to it! Five wonderful people and one dog of marvel and wonder. Our agenda should be to make contributions of beautiful art for this beautiful city. All around us, the beauty becomes more and more apparent, and it is with ease one can rejoice over the fact that we once again have settled down our sweet asses in the borough of Prenzlauer Berg.

Let us spend our days, either writing, designing, illustrating or collaborating together on projects of greatness – or simply roaming the streets, in search for a new favorite spot. Before us lies a hinder-less road, paved with nothing but the greatest of expectations and the best of intentions. And as we dig deeper and deeper into the collective creative consciousness of our oh-so-swedish entity, hopefully we'll be able to conceive a few products of awesomeness! Perhaps even share some of those with the likes of you; right here on this very blog.

So far; my favorite spot in Berlin – that I find myself returning to continuously – is Friedrichshain Volkpark. That place is on its toes for sure. Volleyball, a running track, skate park, dog park, rocks to climb, hills and trees and all that. It's a great place for any kind of recreation really. If you're new to Berlin – check it out! If you're a berliner by birth – it's been too long since you've threaded the soil of FV Park brother!

I leave you with a favorite pic of mine, something to show all you cat lovers what I think about your fur ball puking buddys! So long.

The Bible and Bon Jovi

Woke up early to the sound of a light summer rain against my shutter.
Read something about the bible in a green book, had breakfast and headed to the studio armed with an umbrella. Surprisingly I found myself whistling along to "Keep the fate" with Bon Jovi, something that seemed rather strange to me as I haven't heard or thought about that song for at least 10 years .
As I crossed a busy Schonhauser Alle I saw a woman that reminded me of the beautiful Ukrainian prime minister with the difficult name. She waved at her little boy to hurry along, his bicycle one of those you see everywhere with no pedals. At the studio I quickly went through what I had to do today (which seemed like nothing but felt like a lot) I made too much coffee and drank most of it before Andrea, Rasmus and Bess came.
As I write this we are paying bills and listening to something that sounds like Mojave 3. On my hand it says M, H and SY written with a magic marker.My reminder notes.
Another day at Korsorer Str.