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Here is a little bit of my life in this wonderful town we call Hamburg. In today’s chapter: “The way to work”.
This is what I see every day on my journey from my apartment to the Advertising Agency where I work:
The view from my window:
Some cute houses on my street and neighbourhood:
Then I jump on the subway and a couple of stations later, I’m standing opposite the Town Hall in the city centre:
I walk past some of the gorgeous canals by the river. They look like this during the winter:
And like this during spring:
I pass some very cute shop windows:
And next thing I know, I’m at the agency!
Hamburg is a beautiful city! It reminds me a little of Stockholm: it’s clean, efficient, perfect from every angle and it’s surrounded by water everywhere, which makes it fresh and happy.
Now that the weather is getting warmer, walking around, having lunch or coffee outside and visiting the parks is that much more enjoyable. My next objective is to get a bike so I can enjoy Germany’s (undoubtedly short) summer as much as I can!
For more details, pictures of Hamburg (and other places too!) and illustrations, you can follow me on Instagram: joanafaria
Lots of love from sunny Deutschland,
I am back in Europe now, and thinking back about my days in New York and all the things that I enjoyed the most over there. With that in mind, I decided to start this list with Chelsea.
During my three-month stay in the city, Chelsea was one of the places that I kept going back to. All the time, actually. I think I got a little addicted to it.
I found Chelsea simply amazing. It gives you access to creative work that otherwise you wouldn’t even know existed.
It’s never boring. The galleries change their collections every Thursday so every week there’s something completely new to see. From paintings and collage…
I have a constant hunger for inspiration and seeing creative work feeds it. New York is ideal in that way. It has so much going on that you simply feel an obligation to make the most of it. There is no such a thing as staying at home on a Saturday afternoon. It is not even an option. There is always somewhere to go and something to see.
Chelsea is an eternal, ongoing circle of creativity. Nothing lasts more than a week, true, so it has something shallow and superficial about it, but at the same time, it forces you almost to have a sense of duty to go and see art. Chelsea gives you a deadline and you don’t want to miss out.
Lots of love.
♥ During my time in this city, I have found that New Yorkers always have a lot to say.
T-shirt at the Converse store on Broadway.
Exhibition at the MoMA.
Exhibition at the MoMA.
♥ I have been in New York for two months now. God, where did time go? It seems like it was yesterday that I arrived here, not having a clue what to expect, referring to my map every 5 minutes (“is that downtown or uptown?”), getting lost on the subway and getting high on the energy and excitement of being in the centre of the world.
I am not a true New Yorker yet, but I have definitely grown accustomed to living here. I have a favorite cafe and a favorite Moroccan restaurant in the East Village. I have a favorite bar for Monday nights. I have a favorite cupcake shop in Soho, a favorite arts supply centre, a nail saloon and a bookstore. I don’t have a set routine (the wonderful thing about being an art student) but regarding those places I’ve just mentioned, I’m definitely up for some frequent flyer miles pretty soon.
New York, I have one month left here. Something tells me I’ll miss the hell out of you when that time is up.
Just a little collection of some of the cool stuff I see every time I look up at the sky.
The stairs to my apartment. Very “Rosemary’s baby” inspired. I love it.
New York is tall, stunning and endless. A good pair of shades and a strong upper body is definitely a must.
Lots of love from the East Village.
♥ The Wives of Eldridge are the two most wonderful people I have met so far in this city: my two roommates from New Zealand, Geri and Debbie.
From left to right: me, Geri and Debbie at Fontana’s.
In between drinking Bloody Marys all night, brunching on Sundays, making videos that make no sense at all, laughing our heads off and sharing our love for New York City, I’ve had the best time with these ladies!
Unfortunately, I had to leave them and the Lower East Side behind. Jonathan (also from New Zealand) has replaced me. It was all pre-arranged before I came to town so I already knew that I only had one month with the girls. I still hate him though! (Not really. I could never hate him. He is lovely).
Here are some of our best moments:
This is Gangster! He is Geri’s puppy and I love him so much, I actually considered stealing him. Still considering it really…
Hot Rabbit is a Friday night party in the East Village that plays the best music! Debbie and I met this random gay guy at the bar and had the best interaction with him. It went something like this:
Random gay guy at the bar: “Are you girls a couple?”
Debbie and I: “Oh… No. We’re straight. We’re just hanging out.”
Random gay guy at the bar: “Oh really? Oh my God, you’re so beautiful! I bet straight men can’t appreciate just how gorgeous you are!”
Debbie and I (laughing and very much agreeing with him): “Oh, thank you! Thank you so much! Yeah…That’s so sweet!”
Random gay guy at the bar: “Don’t worry, you will be safe here. No one is gonna try to grab your butt!”
Debbie and I: “Er… Okay….”
Random gay guy at the bar: “Mind you… I might try to grab your butt later on!”
He was a hilarious human being.
That’s Debbie and I at Hot Rabbit. And no, no one tried to grab our butts.
I am not a whisky drinker at all, and I never thought I would say this, but this NY shot has grown on me: Jameson and Pickle Juice. Despite my initial reluctance, Geri managed to get me to try it. It’s pretty yummy. Thanks Geri!
This is us having a drink at Welcome to the Johnson’s. (Good thing that we lived just across from all these cool bars. Crawling home afterwards was never a problem!)
Good bye, wives! I loved being your roommate. Thank you for making my first month in New York so amazing. You guys rock! Good thing I’m only moving a few blocks up. Otherwise I would miss you too much.
♥ So, to start a new chapter in my New York story, I have moved to the East Village. More specifically, to St. Mark’s Place, which is just as cool as the Lower East Side. Photos, information and recommendations will be posted very soon. Stay tuned.
Lots of love from the East Village.