Shortly after returning to the dreadful grey of February-Berlin, I received a package from Serge Lutens containing a perfume called La Fille de Berlin – A deep red liquid in the very classic, minimal and elegant Serge Lutens flacon. The french perfumer dared to create a scent dedicated to this complicated yet elating city, centering on a strong rose note with hints of pepper, and states he was inspired by the strength and brave resilience of women during the various struggles Berlin suffered in its younger history. So lucky for me, no smell of dusty vintage cotton or smoky Berghain top notes, but such elegance and pride – La Fille de Berlin evokes a glorious past and demands you to dress up, hold your head up high and strut the city gracefully. A perfect companion to the dress I found at Nightboutique, now I just need an occasion.
Archive: February 2013
To have breakfast in Berlin, a constant struggle… While, or maybe because it was once known as a quintessential “brunch-city”, Berlin is flooded with places offering breakfast, but only few of them seem worthy to me.
Neukölln, the hipster-y part of Berlin south of Kreuzberg, where obviously no one speaks Deutsch anymore*, is the district that’s changing the most: a new third-wave-coffee store opens every day, another second-hand boutique every second. Of course not all of these joints can be successful, and many are indeed rather ill-conceived and quickly assembled, probably not here to stay.
And then there are the others….
You might think there’s just no chance, but why not give it a try? In case you fail, I suggest…
I don’t know about you, but whenever I get sick I have my own recovery regime: I pop some paracetamol, make sure I have plenty of tea on tap, and wrap myself up in layers upon layers of blankets. To really flush out the flu, though, really sweat and cry out that venom, I need two more things: very sad movies and very spicy food.