I Think the U8 Knows My Secrets
A slow, sleepy morning turns into an unexpected meditation on Berlin’s U-Bahn—its rhythm, its chaos, and the quiet ways it reflects who we are.
I Think the U8 Knows My Secrets
A slow, sleepy morning turns into an unexpected meditation on Berlin’s U-Bahn—its rhythm, its chaos, and the quiet ways it reflects who we are.
This City Is Filthy. I Love It.
A love letter to Berlin’s grime, and why the mess makes space for something more honest. Chaos, pizza rats, and all.
This City Is Filthy. I Love It.
A love letter to Berlin’s grime, and why the mess makes space for something more honest. Chaos, pizza rats, and all.
Emails, Espresso, Existential Dread: A Glamorou...
Running a brand in Berlin isn’t matcha and mood boards—it’s döner, delays, and designing at dawn. A raw look at what building something real actually feels like.
Emails, Espresso, Existential Dread: A Glamorou...
Running a brand in Berlin isn’t matcha and mood boards—it’s döner, delays, and designing at dawn. A raw look at what building something real actually feels like.
I Didn’t Move Here to Start a Brand. But Berlin...
From one accidental Berlin routine to building something that finally feels honest. A story about stuckness, stubbornness, and starting anyway.
I Didn’t Move Here to Start a Brand. But Berlin...
From one accidental Berlin routine to building something that finally feels honest. A story about stuckness, stubbornness, and starting anyway.
First Post. Still Here.
A quiet, honest entry into Berlin life—with all its contradictions, cold neighbors, and unexpected moments of belonging. A love letter to not knowing.
First Post. Still Here.
A quiet, honest entry into Berlin life—with all its contradictions, cold neighbors, and unexpected moments of belonging. A love letter to not knowing.
