All posts tagged: coffeelovers

Minimal Sunday – A visual Story

I’m a lover of Sundays. That smell of freshly brewed coffee, the softness of your blankets, that view out to the calm sea. I remember how my parents used to convince me to play outside when I was younger. I, however, couldn’t resist finishing that certain suspenseful book. What they didn’t realise: I have always loved being outside. I just didn’t like sharing it too much. I find so much peace in simply standing at the shore in front of my apartment and watching the waves flowing. Maybe that is one reason why I live on a tiny island right now. Now and then, however, Amsterdam’s mainland brings me out of my shell and I suppose it’s all about the isles you create every day yourself anyway. On Sundays I tend to choose routine over variation and with pancakes, blackberries and coffee on my table that’s quite okay. Sometimes the view from my apartment feels better than any hotel room I have ever had. Well, if it were some degrees warmer at least… That sooting …

Late Summers

[…] Wer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr. Wer jetzt allein ist, wird es lange bleiben, wird wachen, lesen, lange Briefe schreiben und wird in den Alleen hin und her unruhig wandern, wenn die Blätter treiben.  (Rainer Maria Rilke – Herbsttag) Das Vorübergehen des Sommers fühlt sich für mich jedes Jahr aufs Neue an wie zu Hause ankommen. Man braucht keine Entschuldigung mehr, lieber in Cafés zu sitzen und durch Magazine zu streifen, als nachts um die Häuser zu ziehen, ein Wochenende auch mal zu Hause zu verbringen, statt am Besten gleich morgens das Haus zu verlassen. Gleichzeitig bleibt dieser süßliche Nachgeschmack vom Sommer. Von Abenden mit Eiscreme. Jeden Abend. Lauen Stunden im Park. Musik unter freiem Himmel. Auf einen wundervollen Spätsommer mit stundenlangem Betrachten der Polaroids vom Sommer, während mittlerweile schon die Regentropfen gegen die Fenster schlagen…

Almost 365 Days of Kaffee Stark

There is this one place in town I had sworn myself I would never check out again: Kaffee Stark. It was three years ago. I was new to Hamburg and not exactly able to cope with this specific St. Pauli manner. Let’s call it understatement in friendliness. Now – some years later – I’m so fond of this place I’m found here almost everyday. It’s my office, my favourite breakfast option, the place I go to to have a strong cup of coffee with friends or alone. Either I have become less friendly over time or I’m fallen in love with this specific St. Pauli manner. I suppose it’s the latter.