Self-directed, low-budget art projects seem to abound in Berlin. For weeks we would pass this gigantic (like, 15 by 20 foot) polaroid shot of a startled looking man on the side of a building facing an abandoned lot. There was no indication that this was an advertisement. We assume it was art. Every night you [...]
Entries from December 2008
December 19, 2008
Berlin Sky
I call this piece “Berlin Sky” because it is. Every day. I saw the sun yesterday for five minutes around 10 am. I almost cried.
–Debbie
December 18, 2008
Placki Ziemniaczane Party!
For aficionados of my yearly latke party extravaganzas who worried the tradition would be broken once I left Brooklyn, fear not! The other day we had a Berlin version, though very scaled down and I didn’t do any cooking. Still, it was a latke party. Well, actually, we didn’t call them latkes. We had the [...]
December 17, 2008
Blowing the Whistle, or Something
I decided to do my small part for journalism. I was approached by a TV show called the Media Project to talk about my experience covering Atlantic Yards for the Daily News. The point, I think, was to illustrate/expose how decisions at big newspapers are often influenced by outside forces, namely money.
The guy [...]
December 13, 2008
The Angels Where I Work
As Debbie mentioned, it’s gotten quite cold and gloomy here. I think we’re both suffering from a bit of SAD (seasonal affective disorder). I’m not kidding. There’s something not right about getting up long before the sun every day and then seeing it set around 3. Maybe it’s because neither one of us have lived [...]
December 11, 2008
Motion Sensitive
Debbie and I wrote a piece together for Nextbook that was just posted yesterday. It was a satisfying little project. We’d randomly come across an exhibit of this forgotten Weimar-era photographer’s work and thought it might be fun to help resurrect his reputation. Also I loved this one image that was used for the exhibit’s [...]
December 7, 2008
Pimpin’
Berlin is getting cold. Scratch that, it’s cold. In an attempt to stave off some of those biting winds, Gal and I decided to stay at home and order a pizza. We had passed one place in our neighborhood and decided to order from there.
A euro for anybody who can decipher the semiotics delivered in [...]
