(ein Text wie ein Taxi-Fenster: beschlagen, aber du siehst genug) Zu Gast in Berlin. Hamburg HBF, ICE, dann Hauptstadt. Berlin empfängt dich nicht. Berlin benutzt dich. Wie ein Club-Stempel auf feuchter Haut: nicht als Besitz, eher als Versprechen. Ich stehe am Kotti, zu spät für Anstand, zu früh für Reue.
OnlyFans. Fanvue. Instagram. X. Same faces. Different levels of access. This issue isn’t about nudity. It’s about permission. About the soft flex of being seen — and the thrill of choosing how much. Some moments stay public (the postcard version). Some go behind the velvet rope (the real version)
I don’t travel to arrive. I travel to forget who I’m supposed to be. Somewhere between pool tiles and red carpets, the real thing happens: a new song, a little chaos, a little peace. Welcome to Issue 02. NEW SINGLE “Alles Alles Gut” isn’t a happy ending.
Hamburg diaries, in three rooms. St. Pauli doesn’t really do “calm.” It does pauses. Small ones. Earned ones. The kind you find in a loft before the messages start arriving, in a ballet studio when the music cuts and you can still hear your breath, or in a control
Hamburg-based artist. Singer-songwriter. Photo chapters. This is the diary. New chapters every few weeks. Link in bio.