the opposite of hallelujah

those busy days didn't really leave me any room to catch up on myself mentally.
even more pleasant was the opportunity to go to hamburg to attend the opening of the first german weekday store - and the train ride that comes with it.
nothing like hours of letting the country rush by to force yourself to pause and just dwell on your own company.
it's amazing how much creative energy lies in these serene moments, while just reading and listening to music I filled my notebook with a good amount of material for future prose and verses.
naturally, thursday and weekday's store opening was quite the contrast, let me just tell you those swedes know how to party (hence my slightly manic appearance in the picture, bear with me for this time).
back home from visiting another friend's university location over the weekend I found I had received my pair of the divided exclusive shoes that I instantly fell for.
if only I had already owned them pre-weekday. but then again, there will be another weekend and I'm already eyeballing at the next which is approaching with a concert and a friend's birthday.
next week is going to be sucking me in again so I am taking tonight for all of the lecture that is always squeezed into bus rides and short breaks (I'm currently reading mian mian's 'panda sex' and 'thus spoke zarathustra' by nietzsche) and taking care of my finger nails so they can chip and look proportionally messy to the week's progression.
I'm wearing a h&m faux fur, only mongolian vest, fishbone pants, h&m boots and shirt and random jewelry.

wild hearts can't be broken

I believe in eccentric spirits and intellectuals.

(pictures 3 and 6 portay the part of the university where my studies take place, you pretty much can't help letting inspiration flow there)

i came to Berlin to have some fun then it turned into buffalo 66

sunday soundtrack.

cynism&cheesecake

they say you can sleep when you're dead but I have a feeling that if I don't start catching up on some sleep soon I will be dead much earlier than I should.

excuse my slightly dishevelled looks in the pictures but although caffeine and moisturizer will do for some time they can't replace decent bedtimes in the end.

I should have taken my free day to rest for a while but decided to discover hannover and a quite terrific record store which could only be erased from my mind by a piece of the ever so healing NY cheesecake.

one of my flatmates is moving out by december so while casting future flatmates I spent quite some time in the past days discovering that there is a good number of really weird people out there.

I don't like to be overly judgemental when it comes to first impressions but it turned out that looks do reflect someone's character quite perfectly in most cases.

I don't want to sound too cynical here but my attitude of looking for the positive in others didn't lead me anywhere in all lately. there will always be people who don't go with you and making an effort won't change that.

it's not that I will be negative about everyone from now on but I feel like a lot of energy is wasted on people that aren't showing any interest and to be perfectly honest aren't of any interest to me.

an excerpt of a dialogue I had with my flatmate after closing the door behind one girl who saw the room portrays what I'm getting at quite well:

(me) 'she was.. nice.. a little quiet maybe'

(p)'she was trash'.

and she was. it really was that simple.

so I guess while I am having a strong opinion and am very outspoken about fashion, books and plays I will try to be more daring in phrasing my opinion on people rather than hoping to find rough diamonds everywhere.

we've lived in bars/ danced on tables

with all of the changes that rocked my life lately I've become even more sensitive for the little anchors that belong to me wherever I go, it's like carrying a bit of home in my bags.
I think that as much as the chain store effect is demonised sometimes, it actually is consoling to know that all over the world I will be able to sit down for a café au lait at starbucks in the middle of the whirlwind that is life.
I love travelling and all of the unexperienced but it's good to know there is an old book and beloved music to accompany me to those far away places.
I went to hamburg for the weekend and enjoyed a pretty drink-intense night so far, including sherbet and rather well known band-leaders hitting on me and friends -
and being turned down by our maniac laughter.
promod cardigan. amisu pants. h&m shoes and shirt.

easyluckyfree

rushrush. after finishing the play at the weekend and going back to university this week things didn't really slow down but I seem to have adapted to the high speed.
this week I: got myself a job. became an official citizen of the city. brushed off the thought of spending a pleasant night with some tea and music for going out with some literature people. bought a darth maul inspired scarf against the blistering cold. drank excessive amounts of coffee. realized that if I don't buy a thermos jug I will be bankrupt soon. planned my weekend trip to hamburg. dwelled in the glorious record collection my room's former resident left here. got tickets for the marit larsen concert to spend a decent girl's night next month. forgot to eat except for my daily breakfast of brioche and café latte.
I'm off for a literature party now which I can't imagine even if I try. will we drink gin and recite rilke poems?
should be exciting, I'll tell you later.
h&m jacket and hat. shoes via ebay.

apart from the poem-like atmosphere, 'the virgin suicides' must be one of the movies that perfectly portray the fascination that derives from a soul, so pure and centered within itself it produces an almost material aura.
all of the sisters are almost elf-like and seem to have their own rules and speed which gives them a both translucently fragile and gently confident charisma.
I also feel I can relate to the 'flying dreamer' a little too well (not in a suicidal way though, don't worry!).
on another note, I did an interview with RDuJour some time ago which is up now, you can check it out here.
I'm off to get my hair and make-up done for the play tonight but secretly I wish people would keep their hands off me today. I'm pretty sure my hair wishes for the same, sitting down with hot curlers for half an hour is just not fun!
I will be taking the train back to hildesheim on sunday night, it feels slightly alluring to be welcomed 'home' wherever I go these days.

pictures via google picture search and lovemore -

( thanks for the endless inspiration, bel!)