I’ll admit it: During my flight to London last month, I was positive I’d be overwhelmed by a wave of regret for ever having left – from the moment I’d step into a Northern Line train. Well, that didn’t happen, and I had a great time despite the lack of drama.
Here’s what my phone says about the last couple of months: It’s been a mild winter but I probably say that because I expected the worst (thunderstorms and darkness for three months) when coming to Berlin and listening to people’s winter tales. If there was snow, it was crisp and refreshing. If there was sun, it made for some beautiful sunsets at Bornholmer Straße (home).
I woke up on New Year’s Eve to a beautiful washed-out blue sky (is that a colour?), with no hangover and a huge breakfast waiting. That pretty much set the tone for 2015.
I’m a little too involved in pitches, projects and boring paper work (namely: sorting out my tax) to do a proper reflective post of the last twelve months, so I decided to compile some of the – more personal – work that I haven’t published anywhere else this year instead. If you still fancy an elaborate recap, head over to the Travelettes where I’ve written about my own and the gals’ favourite travels.
2014 exceeded my expectations. I feel incredibly privileged and grateful for the stories I could tell and the people that I have met on the way, even if our paths only crossed for a couple of days. I think we all long for giving our days a purpose; to make that much debated impact. For the first time in forever, I’ve come across that – at least occasionally.
London now feels like a lifetime away – I’m currently sitting in my best friend’s cafe in Frankfurt while preparing the last bits and bobs for the adventure that begins in two hours (in Beirut). My feelings are somewhere between massively excited and strangely nervous so having the girl that knows me best around really does the job. But the actual reason for this blog post is that I wanted to show you the photos I took before leaving London. Those weeks were a bit messy and rushed: I’ve been working full-time till the end, prepared my graduation, finished a few writing jobs, celebrated my birthday, did a road trip to Wales and hugged some of my favourite people goodbye. Now off to Frankfurt Airport, the place where some of the best stories began, and I will see you guys in Beirut!
What got me into photography many years ago was how the camera has the ability to make everyday situations look pretty, maybe even prettier than they feel in reality. I took the camera everywhere, from weird indie house parties to trips to the beach, to high school graduation and on to long countryside walks with friends where it successfully distracted the odd broken teenage heart, and on most travels. In fact, the camera has often become the reason for these. But somewhere on the way my photography lost a bit of its playfulness and naivety and became more of a device that I would use for occasions, when “appropriate”.
This is exactly what it seems: A rushed post before the year ends… Good evening, ladies and gents! One Sunday morning (before the eternal rain started in London, that is), I took a walk on the East side of things. I love how the area around Columbia Road, Shoreditch High Street and Old Street is constantly changing, how there is a new shop opening every week and always a new weird quote or graffiti on the walls that is somewhat instagram-worthy. So the fireworks will light up the city’s skies in a few hours and coincidentally I’ll be heading to the area below, kissing 2013 goodbye somewhere between street art and flowers. I look forward to some changes on the blog and that includes posting more regularly again, ahem… Thanks so much for reading this year, you’ve been awesome and I hope you’re having a great start to what will certainly be an exciting new chapter!
A few days before leaving for what is already the coolest trip of my life (photos to follow!), my lungs longed for some fresh air before the day could start properly. The only sufficient answer to that was a semi-serious run (only interrupted by the occasional ‘Ooh that’s a pretty house!’ photo break in Hampstead) to Golders Hill Park, just north from the Heath. What followed was an incredibly fun mix of wild jumps, hilarious boxing attempts and weird looks from people who just meant to take their dogs out and didn’t plan to watch two girls freak out at 8am. But apart from that, I strongly recommend visiting the park, it’s beautiful! I’ve never even heard of it and was all the more surprised to find butterflies and deers in Zone 2.