We interrupt our Berlin Station scheduling which still has a review of BS season 2 episode 2 in the works and switch to something unrelated. As October is drawing to a close, we are coming up to Halloween. And in the time-honoured tradition of putting on crafting challenges for the fandom, plushie queen Sinnamin had called…
Something weird has popped up in my mailbox. Unidentified sources have also supplied me with some inofficial photos of this mysterious superfluous new product. This is what the game looks like: It apparently first turned up somewhere over on Twitter, as a supposed thank you gift for Plushie-maker Sinnamin. Well, I think that is commendable…
Can we take a moment to *ooof*? If this wasn’t a screen shot but a properly taken photographic still, I would *love* to write one of my photo analyses for this. The back-lighting that accentuates the cheekbone, the intense gaze, the framing and use of negative space all make this image stand out and create…
As promised, there are still a couple of thank you shrines to reveal, and today’s shrine is a double reveal – as in: a new shrine revealed, and the contents being revealing, too. And oops, it looks as if I was a bit hasty when photographing the shrines. Turns out I forgot to take a…
The motto of today’s post is ‘back’. That little word works on a couple of levels. First of all I am back from my one-week b’trip to London where work and pleasure intermingled in near-perfect ways. I spent a couple of days in the office, negotiating for a new role in my organisation, getting up…
Remember same time last year? It was exactly around this time that the first two episodes of BS dropped in our laps without warning. I was in London attending my annual company event. As luck would have it, I am again in London (for the aforementioned annual company event), and yet another BS foretaste is posted. The…
I don’t care how long this lasts We have no future, we have no past I write this now while I’m in control I’ll choose the words and how the melody goes Along winding streets we walked hand in hand And how I long for that sharp wind To take my breath away again I’d…
