06. August 2017
My dear friend and former mentor once quite adamantly voiced his discomfort for my writing. I had often reminisced about our connection formed back when I considered him my teacher. Now he was sitting in front of me and the shift in topics denounced a new era: the era of friendship. And as storytellers go we were talking about work. I told him about my screenplay ''The Pigment'' which I had just finished and what I was planning to write next. Hurdles leading up to directing have always been...

love · ​vienna · ​lover · ​friend · ​amwriting · ​loneliness · ​dear ones · ​grenzgenial


02. Juli 2017
What is left of us when we stop communicating via cyberspace? Where do we turn to when all breaks down and we're seeking solace? Kindness. Love? There is still the child in me that sits dead-centre in the one road winding through my village. I am playing with dust and a horseshoe. My best friend was a farmer's son. We'd climb up into trees - one child per tree. Once in position we'd connect via string and two cans. It was difficult to keep the string taut and not to fall out of the tree in the...

love · ​mobile phones · ​whatsapp · ​facebook · ​twitter · ​instagram


25. Juni 2017
Travelling is fuel. Going places and returning home is what gives life meaning and incidently makes for a good story. Right now I am balancing on one foot. A tiny piece of grit sticks to the sole and irritates me. The ground is uneven. Evil ground. A wrinkled lady in Chanel and an oversized dog are crossing through my field of vision. She is considerately paying no attention to my attempt at gracefulness. Her dog the size of a bear moves at glacial pace so not to overtake his beloved owner. I...

love · ​city life · ​yoga · ​vienna · ​basil · ​coffee · ​always thank your feet


12. Juni 2017
When did you last watch your lover undress before you? Was she aware you were watching her? When she caught your gaze she responded with her cheekiest smile. A total show-off because she knew how the all-revealing sight of her aroused you. I am cramped into a tiny cabin. The darkly painted wooden walls are closing in around me and I begin to wonder if the plate carrying the copulating couple is indeed revolving or if instead the ring of cabins is revolving around its centre. My gaze wanders to...
27. Mai 2017
When I was twenty lurching out of a bar at six in the morning the act usually coincided with first onsets of hungover and a general dislike for anything bright. I would be proud of myself having made it through the night celebrating life with the wickedly beautiful. Bravely still on my hellishly sore feet rather kicking those gorgeous high heels and walking on shattered glass than taking another shod step. Copious amounts of alcohol had just been consumed in an attempt to push boundaries of...

night · ​friendship · ​brown eyes · ​dawn


16. Mai 2017
Once there was a boy who cut the lawn in front of a house. Up on the first floor there worked a girl who did not notice him. One day the boy cut the girl's name into the lawn. She did not begin to love him anyhow. This was many years ago. Today two Belgians, an Icelandic and I stand in front of the house. This is an old people's home now. Stéfan, the Icelandic, closes with a faint smile. He has grown into a handsome man. The sun is shining so thoroughly that I forget how far North I actually...
05. Mai 2017
It's all about sparks. There are an innumerable amount of sparks. Everyday. Sparks are the currency by which we can confirm the possibility of love. Sometimes sparks is all you get. Sometimes they accumulate into full-blown fireworks. The expensive kind above a castle pond. I recently felt sparks. A very bold kind. In fact, they hit me in the guts and on my way home I started to cry coz I felt happy. What can I say, I am an emotional one. Also I was not expecting to find them where I did. I...

sparks · ​geeks · ​fireworks · ​hairdressing


29. April 2017
I once had a boyfriend with a cat named Stevens. Stevens was a lady. She had been the family cat for decades and was constantly wearing that very wise expression around her whiskers. Her eyes were as deep as a mountain lake. You could loose yourself in her gaze. And quite promptly once you did, she would smack you right out of it with a well-placed hit of her paw. Never before Stevens had I liked cats. Never before had one entered my bedroom and curled up on my favourite blanket. And again to...

love · ​cats · ​dogs


25. April 2017
In times of struggle it is vital to remember what makes the difference in life. What makes each of us unique. At the end of the day we might never figure it out. But we can feel it, we can sense when there is a change in perception across the room. When the eyes of the man standing in the corner light up because he watches you walk towards him. That is a shift. There may not be anybody else in that moment who feels it exactly as you do. Which in itself is all the more proof of love always being...

love · ​Magritte · ​Art · ​Surrealism