Posts from year 2016
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Autumn in Gothenburg
There’s a certain kind of silence that creeps into Gothenburg when October hits. The tourists are gone. The summer optimism packed up and shipped off like the last ferry to Denmark.
A farewell to Kent
Few Swedish bands have left a mark quite like Kent. Tonight they played what was announced as their final concert in Gothenburg, one stop on a farewell tour that promised to close a remarkable chapter in Swedish music.
Reliving history in Washington D.C.
Washington D.C. is a city built on contradictions. Grand ideals etched in stone and a history that’s as bloody as it is idealized. The capital of the United States is a place where the marble glows white and the ghosts never shut up.
Lurking in Lower East Side
Manhattan is like a Russian doll of subcultures and neighborhoods. Few parts of New York are more steeped in mystery than Lower East Side. Located between Bowery and East River, it stretches from Houston down Canal Street, or even further depending on who you ask.
I still love you, New York
New York don’t care what you think. is a city of sharp elbows and sharper tongues, a place where dreams are born and buried on the same block. But somehow, even when it chews you up and spits you out, you keep coming back, begging for more.
The horrors of Auschwitz
I didn’t plan on being in Kraków again so soon. A few months ago, I wandered its springtime streets, charming and full of promise. Now, under the generous summer sun, the city looks downright happy. But even the best‑looking setting can wear a twisted past like a scar.
Henry Rollins at Way Out West 2016
Way Out West has settled into its role as one of those dependable summer rituals. A weekend where thousands willingly queue for overpriced falafel, wear ironic footwear and consume enough Aperol Spritz to keep the canals of Venice topped up.
The hills of Santiago
As I stand on top of the hill called Cerro San Cristobal, I realize the sheer scale of Santiago. The snow-clad Andes loom in the distance, a jagged mural painted by giants, while the city below buzzes with energy that feels both restless and resigned.
Chilling in Chile
Compared to stern Santiago, Valparaiso looks like a drunken cousin who spent a year in art school and now lives in a maze of color-splashed alleys and rusted funiculars.
The eternal mist of Lima
Lima seems to be eternally shrouded in grey, as the mist drapes the capital in a near-perpetual blanket of grey for half the year. Sunshine is a rumor and blue skies are a myth.