Let’s sum up Fashion Week in Berlin: “the press” and “the media” condescendingly raise their eyebrows, yawn and utter something along the lines of “Berlin is not even close to the big players in NYC or Paris” while simultaneously shitting themselves from joy over the expensive presents they were given by the brands PR managers
Fashion? Me? I wear sneakers, hoodies and skinny jeans, I’m not exactly your poster-girl for style and fashion (though, scratch that, I’ve got mighty style, people just don’t pay enough attention to understatement). No, I’m certainly not part of the Mitte circle that runs from show to show to witness the newest pieces from the hippest
To wrap up th e remains of last weeks fashion week, we headed to the annual Wedding Dress fashion show exhibition in Brunnenstraße. What looks like a rather white-bread event — I mean, it’s fashion week, everyone and everything is on display right now, why bother with a dinky little flea market — is actually a continuing effort in the process of making
One of the bonuses of living in the coolest capital of the world is not being shunned by the entertainment industry. Wait, I mean the US entertainment industry, which — Bollywood aside — is pretty much the only mentionworthy. So while the rest of Germany is deserted of any cool events, Berlin gets the best there’s to have. Like Tony Hawk.
