A lifetime of nicher than niche dream-bars breathe in the cash economy of Berlin. You want to drink in the Black Lodge like you’re in Twin Peaks, ya, gotcha (I know cool kids, you used to be able to do that in Hackney’s Kenton too). But you wanna sip a Riesling aside a baggy Manc theme, uh huh. Okay, Peckham’s a bit like that currently. … Continue reading Berlin’s finest hangs
All photographs by Martyn Goodacre, except images of Danielle De Picciotto’s art, and Alexander Hacke’s studio… Cloudsâ shadows camouflage the sea. Sardine boats dodge the lifeboat wind farms. I jet-trash over last nightâs cab, and the phone left on the back seat. SCHONEFIELD AIRPORT âYes,â with an âof courseâ-face, âIt has all the streets on it.â The tourist board office give me a map with … Continue reading PHONELESS IN BERLIN by Kirsty Allison
