These are only half of my photos of the weekend that Jana, her two dogs, Hamish and I spent in the forest and the beach in a small hut by the Baltic Sea. A serious dose of nature is the best cure for stress and it was honestly one of the most magical weekends spent in a long time. We did nothing but take hour-long walks, breathe in the pure air, lie on the soft sand and marvel at the sheer beauty surrounding us. Imagine waking up, stepping outside your door and hearing nothing but bird song and the crashing of waves a little further away, while at night the sky is completely illuminated with a thousand stars. We both returned to Berlin completely rejuvenated and are already planning our next trip. I think I'll just quickly go and pack my bags again...

 

Boston was so damn perfect. I just arrived back in Berlin after a long bus ride back to NYC followed by a very interesting cab experience to the airport. I'm still gutted I didn't manage to very quickly squeeze in that final meal of pig trotters and lotus root in China Town. Next time. Being greeted with blossoms and amazing weather makes coming home feel almost like an extended holiday.

I found this ghetto Hermes style bomber in the vintage store Artifaktori I spoke about in my last post. I combined it with the latest addition to my frightening collection of sports jerseys that I found in Bodega, the most insane shop I have ever been to. Imagine entering a small, run-down covenient store with a giant Snapple vending machine, which in reality is an electric door leading to the store itself. Bodega specialises in street-wear and special collaborations such as Nike x Missoni. Thanks America for an amazing time. I'll be seeing you soon.

I am wearing a vintage bomber, a Mark McNairy top, a Henri Bendel necklace, Current/Elliot jeans and Balenciaga boots.

 

My last Dublin post. Despite my insane bad luck, it was such an amazing holiday and a very much needed one. We were quite lucky with the weather, only having to endure short spells of rain. If you are ever in the city, visit the restaurant Crackbird: mind-blowing fried chicken that puts its nose up at KFC.

I'm not kidding. It changed my life.

 

Unfortunately for Alasdair I'm not a rugby fan. I couldn't imagine anything worse than being forced to sit in a pub and feign interest in a game I just don't see the point to. I have feigned interest many times in order to pacify the husband but while we were in Dublin I decided to roam the city and capture it's quirky beauty while Alasdair watched the Scotland vs. England match. I have one last load of photos to show you but I hope my little photographic tour shows you at least a little how wonderful the Irish capital is. From the small cobbled alleyways and the grand architecture to the odd doorway, every corner holds a surprise and it had me constantly pressing the camera button.