shoreditch berlin mash up
really
really random weekend. it started thursday. i spend hours at glasscube
in mitte with some kind of drink subsidy* care of a bartender friend
there. and its the first time the boys have seen me glammed up as i’m
going to broken hearts club after. they don’t join as they’re not
feeling the fashion/hipster party vibe. so i go to broken hearts club
by myself about 3am. run into an actress i’ll be in a short film with
next month. she shows me another side of berlin. where pretty girls in
cute dresses have drinks bought for them. she was seriously protective
of me, and warm. introducing me to various people, telling everyone how
beautiful she thought i was. really sweet girl. i hope we get to party
again.
i have a really great chat with a random guy i meet
through her, and he’s super encouraging about my move here, really
should have gotten his number. but then i’m distracted as i see a dj i
know from london, cormac, so i go over and say hello. and he’s spinning
at this club in my neighborhood the next day. so we hang out, exchange
numbers and sometime around four am my friend gemma shows up. so i
don’t leave until about half five.
friday i hide out in my
studio. find these great stills of the notbar eviction through a random
blog. get in touch with the girl and she’s going to send them to me.
really makes my day as i have no footage of that crazy morning of
policemen, firemen, and the chilled out notbar crew. then i make it
home, cycle out the door sometime after midnight. and i’m loving my
kiez, and the fact that a five minute cycle takes me to a club. and
that the club is totally hidden away. i get there and cormac
is super friendly. he introduces me to his friend peter who also djing.
both of their sets were blinding. totally thought i hated techno and
minimal techno, but they broadened my horizons on that massivelly.
crowd were really into it.
we leave and head to panorama bar,
and hours later are restless again and get in a cab to go to club de
visionaire, but its closed so we wander to the street and see some
ravers, who tell us another club, arena is around the corner. so we go
there, and it must be like 8 am. and then hours later we’re back at my
house. and then before it its the next day. try to get hold of
thatfuckingsara but she doesn’t pick up the phone. so its onwards and
upwards to white trash, then some anarchist pizza place, then a private
party at scala, then panorama bar, and when peter says we are heading
to bar 25 after i’m kind of not feeling it. but we get there and its
not so crowded you can’t dance, and the crowd are less *zombie then
they were the last time we were there. and i’m liking the music. and i
run into maurice and then the boys from sameheadz
the
whole weekend was this endless delicious blur of
raving/talking/drinking with little sleep featuring. it was like having
the best parts of shoreditch and berlin all at once. but the thing it really made me think about, is how you can move in the same scenes, live in the same areas, have mutual friends with someone, and really never get to meet them. and then suddenly in another city, context, it all makes sense. life operates on a random kind of logic i think. you never know when your paths really cross, but when its the right time its a tasty adventure…
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