You might not be a Hertha Fan, but you have to acknowledge that this team is one of the most representing things about Berlin: blue and white color shade and another year in the second league dodged by winning this seasons’ tournament. Marcus and I grasped the occasion to celebrate with their fans at their last game
We gave away two tickets for last weeks Melt! Club and had the winners send us a couple of pictures from the event. Animal Collective, Hudson Mohawk and many other acts blew their mind and we’re pretty happy about the visuals. Too bad we didn’t make it ourselves! Thank you Simon for contributing the pictures!
“The new Berlin is just like the old New York.” That’s what I kept hearing the past couple of years around here. I hadn’t been to NYC for over a decade and I didn’t think I would make it this year, but all thanks to our generous host Volkswagen, I finally hit the big city of dreams. The city of cities.
I am a firm believer that discovering urban space, usually a whole city, is a mostly individual thing. No group tour, no walking guide, no pub crawl anywhere in this world will show you the things you’ll find when you go out on your own. Leave your maps behind, leave your friends’ restaurant compilation behind, try to forget
Melt!Klub Weekender, the annual Warm Up Party for the Melt! Festival at Ferropolis, is showing up with a banging line up at Astra. Three days of partying, like a mini festival in the city, and if you’re lucky you can be part of it. You have DJ Shadow, Gold Panda, Hudson Mohawk (my personal favorite as of now) and
Every year a cool person (definitely someone with 3000+ friends on facebook) goes into an unknown, shitty joint with a sparse interior design, blank walls and some vintage furniture and makes it the place to be. For the next couple of months, everyone and their mother charge into the place, overcrowd it, hype it on their blogs
So Mayday’s got everything. Endless sunshine, a healthy amount of alcoholic beverages, an almost invisible headcount of police (that was a joke, by the way), bombing parties on every street corner from the little Indian restaurant with the shabby sound system to the fully packed Luzia Open Air, where music has become a rarity. For one day of
