Berlin Diary / Part 1
This time four days ago, I was dining at Cookies Cream with the nicest people you could meet, in the crazy, pulsating heart of Berlin. If you don’t know already, I won a competition hosted by Task PR and Tamaris Shoes (check them out – they’re like a German Clarks Shoes) to win a trip to Berlin Fashion Week, after I styled an outfit using Tamaris shoes and won me an incredible experience in a pretty happening city.
Berlin is harsh and grey. I’m not going to lie. I know thats why you keep coming back, right? Its harsh and grey but its mega-dope. You walk around the Mitte area and its quiet, almost desolate. And then out of the corner of your eye, you see a bar, blending into the pavement. And you see another bar, through a grate into another basement and you instinctively realise that Berlin is a city that comes alive at night. You know for a fact that the bars and clubs are regular hangouts for the uber-cultural, designers, creators, inventors, originators and actually, when you talk to locals, you realise that the bars are the tip of the iceberg (parties in Berlin have been known to never-end, be accessible only by ladders into oversized industrial post-war buildings). With that in mind, it makes complete sense that Berlin has now become a destination for another grand purple tent bearing the Mercedes-Benz symbol otherwise known as Berlin Fashion Week. Berlin, though not an obvious fashion capital, has earned itself a well-deserved place in the sartorial scene with designers such as Killian Kerner, Dawid Tomaszewski, Marc Cain, LaLa Berlin and Dorathee Schumacher, proving that the Germans do it just as well as the rest of Europe, if not better.
Graffiti seems to form a big part of the Berlin landscape. It brightens up the architecture which would otherwise appear bare, stark and grey, allowing Berliners some creative freedom in a city once bound by a 96-mile circular wall, irrationally installed by the Soviets in 1961 to prevent city-dwellers from fleeing communism. After being knocked down after an arduously long journey of 28 years in 1989, Berlin suffered greatly (as if it hadn’t suffered enough during the war) and remains defensive and independent, leaving you feeling like life in this city has only just begun.
Thank you to the perfect hosts Helena, Sarah & Andre at Task PR and Tamaris for hosting such an amazing two days in Berlin.
Stay tuned for part two of my Berlin diary…..