Look up here, I'm in heaven. I've got scars that can't be seen, I've got drama, can't be stolen - Everybody knows me know.

Hey lovely readers!
I have to admit, it took me about one week to be able write about David Bowie's death. I got the news while having breakfast and then I needed to pour away my now salty coffee because of my tears. I kinda cried for two days straight. David Bowie was a major inspiration in my life, and I would for sure be a different person now without him. I was - and, to be frank, still am - so shocked about his death. I have been listening to his new album Blackstar all day long since it came out, so his passing was like a punch in the face.
If you read this blog, you probably have a faint idea of what I owe to him - now that he's gone, the world feels kinda emtpy and less glitter-y than before. I was really carried away by sadness, as many others, and I am amazed by the reactions to his death. It is incredible what he meant to us - how he helped us through our lifes. He was a god, basically, who helped me so much to celebrate weirdness and always cheered me up with his bold costumes and unbelievably beautiful music. I was a lonely teen once, kind of lost in the peer pressure and the constant coolness-competition that school seemed to be like. Through his music I gained enough power to make my way out of a pressuring system, enough love to be happy about myself, enough inspiration to start this blog and finally got more creativity in my life again. Dressing up to his songs in the morning, I started wearing eccentric clothes and covering everything in glitter. At night, I listened to his records and drew lightning bolts on my face. His song "Rebel Rebel" was the soundtrack to my teen years, and songs like "Space Oddity" or "Oh! You pretty things" will never lose their beauty. Over the years, he became my most important source of inspiration.
I wish I could put in words what he meant to me.

Bowie teached me to be the person I am today, encouraged me and his influence can be found in every aspect and facet of my life - my clothing, my art, my philosophy. He's like pure inspiration from head to toe: his androgynous style, his make up, his ability to re-invent himself constantly.

I kind of thought he was immortal because an alien like him, such a god among us, could not simply die. He always seemed like some sort of supercool alien who visited our planet and gifted us with the most beautiful sounds of the universe. So now that he's gone, I deeply hope that he's having a safe journey in his rocket ship back to whatever star he came from. He has always been the prettiest star.

Last thursday, I went to Berlin Schöneberg and visited the house where he lived with Iggy Pop. It was the only right thing to do for me, laying a rose in front of the door he walked in and out and just standing there paying him tribute. I stood there for about a hour in the cold air of Berlin and just cried my eyes out. So many people were there and thought of him which made me feel a bit better as I wasn't alone with my sadness. I talked to a old punk woman who even met him a few times in Berlin in clubs and bars and we cried together and hugged and talked about what he meant to us. She told me that nothing on earth really just leaves, but actually only changes into something different, and I thought of Bowie now being sound and vision.

So I said goodbye to all my friends and packed my hopes inside a matchbox 'cause I know it's time to fly... we are in the middle of a change in destination, when the train stops, all together we will smile.

Hey!
I cannot believe how I only managed to write twelve posts this year, which has basically been one of the most exiting and best years I've experienced. Between my last post and this one, a lot has happened: Most important, I moved to Berlin. Yes. Berlin. I was afraid that a small-town girl like me would be a total catastrophe in a huge city like this, but I guess I'm doing pretty well so far. I got lost only seven times, was late approximately five times, saw nine plays already and was in museums four times. I have been here since the 3rd of November, but everything here still seems like an adventure to me. Everything is colorful, exiting, new and way too expensive.
I am working at a theatre for children and teenagers here (which is why I moved to Berlin). A few months ago, I was seriously so annoyed by the mere thought of having to find a apartment or a room here, but surprisingly, someone reached out to me and now I am living in Charlottenburg with the most lovely housemate. In contrast to the cliché of the unfriendly, gruff people in Berlin, I have met only really nice ones so far.
I moved here about three weeks before my work even began as I wanted to see as much as possible of this amazing city. This has proved to be a great decision as I have seen and done so many awesome things here! The entire city is FULL OF ART. There's so much cool graffiti everywhere, and I have been to the Alte Nationalgalerie, basically the most impressive museum I've ever been to. There was this one room in which I found myself surrounded by paintings by Monet, Renoir, Delacroix, Cezanne, Gauguin, van Gogh and even a sculpture by Rodin. It was heaven.

This is me in front of a Monet, damnit! Isn't this fantastic? I am wearing a T-shirt I painted by myself inspired by El Lissitzky, old pants from Zara, tie dyed socks and my beloved holographic boots which were a gift from my boyfriend. I am smiling like crazy in this picture because I was so happy to finally see paintings by such a great artist as Monet! 

Another great museum I've been to was the Gemäldegalerie near Potsdamer Platz: They currently have a exhibition about the renaissance painter Sandro Botticelli. In addition to the Botticelli paintings, I also saw art by Valie Export, Degas, Salvador Dalí AND I SAW A WARHOL. And a Magritte. And work by Bill Viola and I basically freaked out in this exhibition because PERFECTION. The works by Botticelli, though, nearly made me cry as they are so unbelievably beautiful and have this kind of paradisian, perfect appearance... it was amazing. In front of the museum, they placed a shell like in the Birth of Venus, so I pretended to be Venus which was pretty funny.

                                          

One of my favorite works of art in Berlin is, quite obviously, the East Side Gallery. This is the longest left over part of the wall that once divided the city in two parts. Seeing the wall where people died while trying to get to the other side about thirty years ago, now covered in paint and art makes me really happy for some reason.
Here, I am wearing a shirt I ordered on SheIn. It reminds me of some sculptures by Michelangelo and I like the neutral shape. The pants are thrifted, ad I am wearing these awesome see-trough shoes with green striped socks underneath. I am establishing a pretty random printed socks collection and cringe everyday when I need to put on shoes over my new Harry Potter socks or the ones with the Scream by Munch. Luckily enough, I own see-trough shoes.





These faces are a pretty famous image at the East Side Gallery.
Regarding dressing in Berlin: it's pretty funny - when I walk around with my giant red flower crown, people stare at me just like they did on the countryside. It's hella cold here, which is why I mostly wear pants and multiple layers of woolen jackets. The good news is: There is inspiration everywhere! So many well-dressed, cool-looking people! It's fantastic and really a paradisian place for a blogger.
In spite of lacking my beloved plain white door, I will post more outfits in the next few posts because I feel so inspired and artsy right now! Too bad the cold wind upsets my outfit plans most of the time or forces me to hide all my nice ideas under a coat, cuddled up with a scarf so you can only see my red nose and my eyes squinting because of the wind. Well, I can take pictures inside.
To put the whole matter in a nutshell, I love Berlin. It's such an inspiring place crammed with great people - I am having a really great time.

Lots of love,

Mary

As I woke up this morning, I had nothing to do, so I went down the street, my good old friend, the fox, I meet. The Night is dark, the air is clear, music is loud, I have no fear, my companion is next to me, a loyal fox is what you need. The Fox is on your side...

Hi lovelies!
I don't want to count how many weeks it's been again... But Jesus, it were great weeks (although I missed blogging, of course). As you may have read here, I graduated this summer and now the time totally and only dedicated to what I want to do has begun! To put the whole matter in a nutshell, I'm working at the theatre! This world has actually been my dream proffession for what seems almost half of my life, and I am so happy I can finally pursue this dream of mine. So basically, what I am doing is a year full of small, unpaid jobs at various theatre houses scattered around in Germany. They usually last between four weeks to two months. This means I am moving around a lot, which is extremely exiting. The first job is already over again - it basically consisted of being a nice elf around the rehearsals for a play which was incredibly fantastic! The theatre I worked at is a very special place: it's a beautiful art-nouveau-castle in the countryside, where all the people working at the theatre actually live and work. You get me? I lived in a freaking castle the past six week! And it was such a great atmosphere with all those fantastic people around (shoutout to Antonia! you're a lovely person). At the beginning, I was a bit worried about moving out and if I would not totally fail at living alone, but it worked out fine! While moving, I figured out I possess waaaayyy to many clothes. But that's fine with me, haha.
I can't believe I actually am supposed to be a kind of adult who lives on his own right now. It's somehow strange, but more than that, it's extremely exiting and fun - I feel like I am leading the life I've always wanted to live, as cheesy as it sounds. Everything is pretty damn cool currently!
Before I move to Berlin (isn't this amazing?! such a great city!) next month, I am staying a week at home (my real one), which is great because I can finally blog again!
And I've had a pretty cool day, too. I sewed those pants! An actress from the castle-theatre-thing figured out that I'm obsessed with art and gifted me bedclothes made out of the most awesome Joan Miró fabric. So much artsy fabric, yay! I decided to sew wide leg trousers. I have sewn a few skirts and shirts and stuff, but I had never dared to sew pants before! Not-surprisingly, I made a few stupid mistakes during the process, but I absolutely love the way they turned out. I made them flared at the bottom and, as one would expect of clothing made out of bedclothes, they are so so so comfy! Now I can wear Joan Mirós little animals and abstract shapes on my legs - yay.

Besides those great pants, I wear a white simple shirt my boyfriend gave me beneath a super cute tulle-t-shirt from my aunt (I didn't even knew such stuff exists). It has a cute hem and is cropped (or maybe it's for kids) and I think it fits perfectly. Above, there are three healing stone necklaces. I wear the dark-green moon almost everyday, the other two were bought on a nice thrift store/shopping trip today. I like the Robert Plant/ Janis Joplin vibes of layering multiple necklaces! Although this amount of jewellery is usually very untypical for me. The bracelets collected from festivals throughout three summers normally are the only pieces of jewellery I wear (flower crown counts as a basic, not jewellery). I also wear old converse shoes (which you can't really see but at least I made an effort) from my sister.
Actually, I'm in love with those pants. I see ~endless~ styling opportunities. A good sign of a great item is me totally overwearing it - and I don't think I'm going to wear any other pants for the rest of the month, haha. :)
I hope you like this outfit as much as I do! And I hope you can forgive this awful lack of posting. Well, I have lots of time this week so be prepared!

Lots of love,

Mary

Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue - morning fields of amber grain, weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Hi lovelies!
I cannot believe it's been three weeks since my last post again, despite all my good intentions! But so much happened lately and my summer has been basically one special, wonderful moment after another. One of the indisputable best moments was my journey to Amsterdam. My boyfriend and I spent four and a half (way too short, but lovely) days in the capital of the Netherlands. The city itself is amazing - everything, especially the little houses at the canals seems picture-perfect and the atmosphere is lovely. Wandering aimlessly around the city along the canals and discovering all those cute stores and picturesque little bridges made me really happy.

Nonetheless, the indisputably best moment in Amsterdam was the Van Gogh Museum. Four floors entirely dedicated to the life and oeuvre of Vincent van Gogh? Yes please! And standing in the line in front of the museum for nearly two hours proved to be definitely worth it. I was absolutely carried away by his paintings. To be honest, I have hardly ever experienced this power of art, especially his self-portraits almost brought me to tears. The incredible expression of his emotions through the colors were - in a subtle, yet intense way - extremely touching. Vincent's biography seems to me as a contrast in itself: The utter, yellow and lilac, spring-esque joy he felt while living in Arle where he painted the sunflowers contrasting the wild, swirling, dark blue pain and loneliness which can be seen here, for example. In his use of colors, he did not only find a way of expression but of survival.

Basically, the raw beauty of his work left me speechless (which is hard to achieve as I'm basically talking non stop), and I consider myself very lucky to have seen his signature in person.
So obviously, my outfit is all centered around van Gogh's art! I bough this awesome t-shirt in Amsterdam. It shows his painting Starry Night, which is one of the most popular ones. I love the swirling clouds and glowing stars on it! The quality of the print and the soft fabric justify the price which was approximately higher than the prices of all my tees added together, but just look at this shirt. I made the velvet skirt by myself which you probably know already as I am overwearing it, and the shoes are, like, four years old from a fleamarket. The socks are new and fit perfectly into my current obsession with tie dye (maybe it's chronical). Actually, they're from the men's department which is funny because they are almost ten sizes too large, but hey, they were two bucks for three pairs! I guess they match the tee pretty well as they have the same kind of swirly blue print, you know?

So that's another outfit centered around art. It seems I'm quite obsessed. I hope you don't mind even more posts about art, haha (there was a store in Amsterdam which only sold clothing printed with artworks. it was perfect). 
My obsession is also manifested in the title of this post - I always use song lyrics, as you know, and this particular song has a certain place in my heart. It's so beautiful!
I hope you're having a great summer!

Lots of love,

Mary

Then you began to hang up me, you studied to portray me in ice and greens and old blue jeans. I gave you all my pretty years, then we began to weather and I was left to winter here while you went west for pleasure.

Hi lovelies!
A couple of days ago, I met up with a photographer who build up a beautiful studio only a few kilometres away I never knew about before until he contacted me all of the sudden. It kinda feels like a secret, hidden place only some people know - and it's totally amazing. Mark actually mostly takes analog photos, especially polaroids. And I love the wonderful, dreamy kind of effect Polaroids tend to have, so that's exactly what I could only have dreamt of!
We had two lovely days full of great cameras, broken polaroids, wonderful photos and - one of my favorite parts - a great conversation about art. I love artsy conversations, and it's even better with a person who has an equally great taste as an impressive knowledge.
Not smiling and looking good, though, proved to be quite a big challenge! Especially the smiling part as I am quite a happy person and tend to smile at everyone. But surprisingly, in most of the photos I managed not to look like a total idiot. Actually, I was almost shocked how good the pictures turned out in the end, haha. It was just such a great time so having good photos at the end was just perfect.
On the photo above, I'm holding one of the cameras we worked with. Isn't she ~perfect~? I love how unpredictable those polaroids are - you just never know how a picture will turn out!
Analog pictures have a certain kind of flair - it's not just how the picture turns out, but about the process of taking the picture. As every picture is expensive, you think more about what to take a picture of. And you learn to love the effect each camera has.
Lately, I've been constantly carrying around a analog camera for the especially wonderful moments this summer, and I am so exited how they will turn out! I will show you a few here.

These are the best ones. I hope you like them as much as you do!

Have a great summer!

Lots of love,

Mary