“Everyone” is an artist..”

my first berlin winter is seriously getting to me. its not like i come from a place where the weather is all that wunderschön either, but my glasses keep frosting over, my fingerless gloves make noooo sense at all after cyclilng for about five minutes (i don’t like it when i can;t feel my fingers, it makes it difficult to smoke..)but this light or rather… darkness thing? i feel like its always night time, its a bit like parts of my summer when i lost track of how many hours i was in Berghain, or what day it was for that matter. i guess on the brighter side the ashtrays are being doled out in the bars and cafe’s of xberg earlier and earlier, and when its dark at midday its easier to justify drinking at midday

the first thing i was cheered up by this week, is this short film screening of films from my two favourite cities: london and berlin, thats taking place at pingpong bar in xberg on tuesday. i decided the best way to feel brighter was to bring some colour to my kiez so i sauntered over to overkill to buy spraycans. and being the only girl who walked in to the shop, they were not so subtle about being snobbish about my colour choices. (in my defense, i thought if anyone had flourescent pink, they would, and they didn’t even attempt to help me colour match) . i felt all renegade with the cans in my bag though, and they stayed in my bag as god seemed against the idea, snowing and raining day after day. so finally emblazened by an empty stomach and a few glasses of wine with THAT FUCKING SARA, i decided at 1 or 2 am that i had to paint my bike. right-that-very-second. and so lugged it up to the fourth etage, sacrificed some sheets and set to work.

if you see this bikearound, you’ll know to look out for me…

meanwhile back at the ranch, or rather the studio of my friend marty, a collaboration of sorts is in the making.
its a very different tone to what i;ve been doing of late. maybe because i’m feeling less sex/drugs/minmal techno and more cookies/gluhwein/toy organs. its definitely what some of my british friends would call “twee” or what my friend james would term *indie schmindie*
but I kind of like that

eventually we may play somewhere. right now we’re just playing…

p.s. the last time i performed i got so raging drunk i don’t remember anything from my set. apparently i was great, or so everyone told me afterwards. i finally got round to sorting through the bag that i used that night and found a phone number for a “will” i have no idea who ” will” is. i live in a will-less universe. i can’t work out whether to call him or not, and if so. what do i say?