The All Story

Another word from me, let us all feel ever so inspired, and let us all draw inspiration from wherever inspiration can be drawn. I just started subscribing to Zoetrope: All Story, a magazine all about fiction, founded by Francis Ford Coppola. Each issue features a guest designer and an ever changing roster of contributors/writers. Some names that might interest you are Guillermo del Toro, Eric Bogosian, Tim Roth, Mike Mills, Mark Mothersbaugh, Woody Allen, Lou Reed, Wes Anderson, Ethan Coen, Will Oldham, Hanif Kureishi, Miranda July, Dario Fo, Wim Wenders, Wayne Wang, JT Leroy, Peter Greenway, Dennis Hopper, and the list just keeps on going. It's a good read for sure, and a cheap one at that. 

So after walking the parks, roaming the streets, riding the bike, drinking the beer and the coffee and the wine and the soda, listening to the techno and the rock and the folk and the what-not, watching the movie at home or at the cinema or at the office, cooking the dinner and eating the dinner and digesting the dinner and passing the dinner on from the plumbing of the self to the plumbing of the underground – this is what you need to be reading. In bed, in a bath, on a bus or a plane, pick it up, open and enjoy. Is all I got to say. 

Back from Immergut: Alles Gut!

I loved Immergut, I loved the setting, I loved the audience.

I love the people in the band and I love the music. It was awesome to see a bit of the German country side, all green, in its full glory, the old houses and the roads like you imagine them to be in the old east part of Germany. I was prepared for rainy weather but the sun shined all day and all night, like it is supposed to do at festivals. I'm all excited about the summer now, and I can't wait to spend it in Berlin, its inspiring to see all the families with their barbeques and huge stereo equipments in Mauer park, which isn't the nicest park in Prenzlauerberg but definetley the one with most character.

I couldn't wake up today, figured that I deserved some sleep since I read Linn Ullmans book, A Blessed Child last night, it kept me awake for most of the night. I was intoxicated and devasted by the feeling that children can be so cruel to each other but somehow I couldn't stop reading it. It also kept me thinking of how different everything was back then, when the men in the family was the most important person in the world and the entire family excepted that, like it was the most natural thing.

I'm doing a Linn Ullman marathon reading at the moment, which basically means that I try to read all books by the same author after one eachother, the only one I have left to read at the moment is Stella Descending, so i figured that I had to stop by the St Georges English Bookstore on Wörther Strasse and get som new books, if you haven't been there yet and if you live in Berlin, it's a must! The store is cramped with books, mostly second hand books, you can sit and read them in the store if you want, while the mean house cat is watching you from behind a book, (however nicer than the one posted below). You can return the books after you read them and get half the price back of what you payed. I love spending time in there. I think I will move on to Dave Egger when I'm done with Linn Ullmann. If you havn't already, read these:

Før du sovner (Before You Sleep) (1998)
Når jeg er hos deg (Stella Descending) (2001)
Nåde (Grace) (2002)
Et Velsignet Barn (A Blessed Child) (2005)

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.

I fell for this line

I fell for the line, Letters are things not pictures of things, that Eric Gill once said. 

But then I stumbled across one photo graphic project that begs to differ. Check out the Garamond Powerline, a collaboration between Daniel Adolph and Alex Klug. They took pictures of powerlines and turned them in to letters, which later became pictures.