It is three hours past midnight and I just want want to go home to my sub rented room and sleep.
But thank you for the offer, I appreciate it.
My room is big, it is the norm here, I am told.
The streets are wide, it is also the norm here, I observe.
Because of this width you actually have time to notice of the people you cross on the streets.
People don’t seem to have a hard time committing themselves to trends.
I spot bandanas beneath caps turned to the side, mohawks in doc martin boots and goatees wearing fedoras.
The streets are so dirty it has become a natural part of them. Every other day I spot a dead rat laying around.
On my way to our shared studio space, around 10 in the morning,
I see people drinking half liter beers.
On my way home around 6 in the evening, buying fruit at Kottbusser Tor, several half liter bottles are present,
and they are not Club Mate.
Everything here seems more real, more rough.
My memory of Amsterdam seems like a fairytale. I’m considering to start spitting on the streets when I get back.
Saturday the 21st open from 16:00 – 21:00
fanfare is pleased to host the results of 6 weeks spent in Berlin
by the graduate students of the graphic department at the Gerrit Rietveld Academie.
Screening starts at 15:30, and there will be warm and cold drinks in the bar!
Leonie, Till, Dirk, Daphne, Anton, Loris, Lauritz, Medeina, Andrea, Halla,
Johanna, William, Daphne, Marie, Noemie, Viktor, Dirk, Jessy, Loukie, Sara
Julia Born, Laurenz Brunner, Lovis Caputo, Alan Woo, Kasper Andreasen, Louis Lüthi
(Text composed by Lauritz Meier Andersen)