P S Y C H E D E L I C.
passionately (re) painting haight-ashbury.
coming from a family that indulged in hippie culture ever since it came to life, i was raised to love california’s music. in fact, my first concert - still in mommas belly - was santana playing on berlin’s waldbühne.
i was blessed to grow up with cousins and friends that cherished the good old 60s and 70s music, too. we discovered and shared more and more old gems on our own continuously, introducing each other to beat, folk rock, psychedelic rock, blues rock, reggae, soul, motown and funk…dancing and singing along and fantasizing about living the summer of love.
every one of us found his or her own personal heroes, artists that spoke to us with music that expressed who we were growing to be.
i vividly remember buying my first janis joplin album (a tape) when i was 14 years old, on a student exchange in prague. from that moment on i was completely captured by janis’ raw and stirring sound. and henceforth i experienced the czech republic, and huge parts of my coming-of-age in germany, with a walkman in the ear or the record player on full volume - playing janis who vocalized my very own soundtrack.
the heroine of my youth came from texas to find her destination - and freedom - in san francisco. this reinforced my dream to wave goodbye to my small town one day, too and experience the city of love myself.
well, the rest is history :D
15 years later i really got the chance to live in san francisco’s bay area for three whole years. i soaked in the vibe of the city, searched for janis’ traces in haight-ashbury and monterey (were the monterey pop festival ignited the summer of love) and was as close to my heroine as i could ever be. old friends and family came to visit us in california and discovered their own music roots. we went exploring and admiring the land of our dreams and more than one tear of pure joy was shed ;). the pathos of youth and idealistic childhood dreams that still stuck with us intensified the beauty of this experience.
now we are back in old europe and melancholia kicks in from time to time.
and yeah, i have forever lost a piece of my heart to san francisco.
but i couldn’t imagine a place that is more worth it.
twin peaks vistas.
looking at these literally made me cry.
california is just so incredibly beautiful,
in retrospective our three years here feel like a dream.
i dream of california so, so often now,
and fuck yeah, i left my heart in san francisco.
at least a huge, passionately beating chunk of it.
C H I N A T O W N
finale of our first travel back in germany:
a week of sailing on the baltic sea and danish south seas
on vejrø the harbor dues include rental bikes, fire wood and unlimited hot showering in clean, pretty lavatories - it’s a sailor’s paradise.
half of us took the bikes, the other half went on a 6k run to explore the small island that is made up of blackberry bushes, fields and orchards, vivaria and beaches.
a real gem in the danish south seas!