Darwin Deez (or dancing in the first rain of summer)

 Life feels surreal these days and i wait to wake up every moment. Wake up from this weird dream that my life seem to have been the past months. Wait to wake up in november or some other month last year.

Last year when I dicovered this sweet and amazing album by  

Darwein Deez.

It's one of this rare records that make you happy with the first chord, that make you wanne dance immediately and fall in love with.

This guy managed it to put even heartbreaking lyrics into a candy cotton sound. 

The only thing that makes more fun than just listening to the music is the experience of Darwin Deez and his band on stage. When they put away there instruments from time to time to celebrate an adorable dancechoreography to elektro-remixes.

 So i had to jump on a train and see them in cologne spreading the joy and it was my cherry in the cocktail as i got the chance for an interview with Mr. Darwin Deez for the radioshow "popcrawl" on

Radio Tonkuhle.

ivy leaves in ivory

 

"I stand outside under broken leaves

I know I can’t do without

The future’s drowned away

I never loved you

And if I loved you

I wouldn’t say I’m sorry

I stand outside under broken leaves"

 

rome by phoenix

photography by chronotype

...drowned in tea and fairytales

I sleep way too much these days and I catch myself way too often sliding away in dreams. May it be at day or at night. My dreams pretty much determine my mood for the day. The boundaries in my mind seperating the subconscious from the conscious must be bleary eyed, unsure, because my dreams often seep into reality with such a seamless sincerity that I mostly inhabit a world whose foundations are entirely fictional.

Maybe that is the reason why I am so fascinated by fairytales and bubbles or why I still make a wish everytime I find an eyelash upon my cheek or blow a dandelion.

Can't wait for them to grow again.

!PUSTEBLUMEN!

conversations with other women

"...but sometimes human beings that really love each other. 

They have this great talent to make themselves miserable."

be a season

The new year is three month old now and still there wasn't anything that amazed me as much as polaroid pictures. No music, no stories, no sweets so far as fascinating as the magic of captured moment, printed out immediately.

I spend my days waiting for the spring and the perfect song to welcome it, but so far i couldn't find any.

It's a weird time. Winter is over and Spring is not there yet.

We are living in a month between seasons.