Concrete Playground: Berlin Club Wants You to Lose Yourself

This is one Berlin club that will have you losing your sensory perceptions before you even think you're at the party. Disclaimer: Excess consumption of alcohol is not advised, prior to entry..
Check full feature here.

Concrete Playground: Cognitive Cities Conference in Berlin

In Berlin this month? Because the Cognitive Cities Conference is. It's all about industry leaders putting in their two bobs worth where sustainable living is concerned. It's about catering to the needs of the globe and its citizens. Check out the whole feature for details here.

Concrete Playground: Hipstamatic For the iPhone - An Exhibition

'Budding' photographers rejoice! Hipstamatic for iPhone now has been officially recognised as a digital revolution... How ironic that we have come so far with technology and yet all we want to do is revert back to the old.. sans the effort of course. Check the whole feature here.

Concrete Playground: French Urban Art Invasion

Benedetto Bufalino and Benoit Deseille invade the urban terrain by showcasing a collaboration between those 'old' discarded city peripherals and the beauty of nature. 


Behold an aquarium in a phone-booth! Whole feature here.

Concrete Playground: Derelict Trains Create Eco-Friendly Office Space

This week Concrete Playground explores the eco-friendly studio space located in East London. Full feature here.

Concrete Playground: Space Invaders Take to the Streets

French artist Invader believes in a world where 1970's Space Invaders sprinkle the globe's streets. Click for full feature.

Concrete Playground: City Lights Brighten Melbourne's Alleyways

Next time you're in Melbourne don't look past its hidden lane-ways. They surely do promise more than the lingering smell of four-day-old chinese take-away! Check the feature here.

Concrete Playground: Crumpled City Maps

Crumpled City map that aren't adverse to a good shoving!


See the article here.

My Berlin Wall

The most opportune thing about being a freelancer is the freedom it gives. Without the usual 9-5 limitations I make my own schedule. Without four walls of permanency I am fortunate enough to choose my own four walls which can be swapped daily/monthly/weekly.


With this in mind, no more than two months ago, I hoped on a plane destined for Berlin. I mean what other place would a music journo move to? Granted I picked October, November and December as my residency months and so like clock-work the weather became the least favourable aspect of my relocation.


Aside from the snowy outcome it was an amazing two and so months filled with discovery, reinvention and recreation. A hella of a lot of recreation. It's hedonistic reputation is as clear as the sky is blue on a Sunday morning when eager clubbers line-up to gain entry into mega-club Berghain. 9AM starts are the plat du jour! 

My 'Berlin Wall'

Krona - Monitary Unit

In her overtly prepared nature J. ejected 100 euros from the cash dispenser before boarding the plane. Only after arriving in Sweden did she realise the idiocy of her actions.

It seems the Nordics fellas rejected a european conformism.

Soak It Up- Love(less) woes

I feel like a sponge. I am a sponge. I've been absorbing so much; listening, consoling and then trying to take it all on board. Once I've hopped on board, shown the inspector my ticket I then look out the window, and review everything I've learned on the trip. Hopping off here and there to learn more, digest and then continue on my way.

I seem to be the go-to-girl, for well, relationship woes. This may be because I am a good listener or because I manage to pry open the pursed lips of others, while instilling the idea that, they themselves, had been yearning to tell me the whole time.

(My oh-so-wise younger sibling made a good point and it went something along the lines of: "Why are people in relationships seeking advice from someone who is not". My reply: "That's a good point. But no one asked for your opinion, so shut it".)

I recently received a message from a good friend who lives overseas - story of my life- his words seemed confused and unsure of themselves. These words I was bamboozled with ranged from blasphemy to helplessness. After countless attempts at the Skype ordeal I rang him.

I rang him and I asked him what was wrong. I assumed he'd cheated on his girlfriend, but didn't tell him this till I was proven wrong.

Travelling means a lot of things. And it involves even more. It means you meet people you may never have had the opportunity to meet, if you had stayed within your borders, it also means the possibility of losing those same people. But sometimes you decide to take that ‘leap of faith’, the one, that results in the unknown. And once you leap, once you let go, you can no longer predict where you will land. A concept which is simultaneously soo amazing and soo scary.

Such leaps of faith usually occur after much agonising. Is this the right decision? Should I follow my instincts?

He decided to take that leap. He doesn't know the language, the country or anyone there. Except for her. Which was/is more than enough. So he sold everything he owned, including his beloved car and after deciding that his leap was no match for the distance he was about to travel, he hopped on a plane.

As soon as he got there, he began teaching himself the language; fortunate enough to have her there behind him. They found a place, moved in, and he started to search for a job. Finally after being separated by borders they were in the same country, the same city, the same apartment; they were 'closer' than they'd ever been.

A couple of days later, she emerged from the bedroom and told him that she was no longer in love with him.

I hope for his sake that her suspicions are correct, and these few words are nothing more than a reaction to the dramatic change in their relationship. After you become so used to swimming in a pool, diving into an endless sea of water must be nothing less than daunting. There's the constant involuntary consumption of salt-water, the fear of sharks, and then the xenophobia would kick it. The fear of not knowing what will happen.

You may think that your only salvation is to swim back to shore; where it is safe and predictable, and as much as they'd like to.. (un)fortunately no one can tell you otherwise. But you should know that there is someone looking out for you. Someone who is willing to do whatever it takes to keep you in those salty-waters of endless possibility.

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Ldn Face Hunter: 'Brick Lane Masses We Like Grime'

This dude was photographed by the Face Hunter, on London's Brick Lane. Face Hunter usually stops you if your outfit impresses him, but I guess for this guy it was the ensemble.

Wow, if someone can shed some light on what's going on down below. Please enlighten me. After closer inspection I believe the bike peddles have been replaced with skate-like-boards?

Upon learning the name of the above-mentioned I will google to my heart's content.

Any thoughts?

T - Mobile Advert - 'Life's For Sharing'

This was once my station.

Suprisingly enough I was never witness of such an act.

15 Jan 09: no ordinary day at Liverpool Street Station, London.

Modular - Bang Gang Deejays - Free - LAS VEGAS

God, I love to know everything that is going on. And quite frankly, being the barer of all the right things, makes me feel good in all the right places.. Being 'in-the-know' brings me a copious amount of pleasure, but sometimes it brings me pain. I swear if Journalism wasn't my calling, I'd totally be in PR or Event Management. My diary can be likened to that of the Sydney city grid map; fluid lines running into one another, arrows here, dates there.

So here it is..

Live in Nevada or simply happen to be stopping by on your big fancy jet?

Take me with you!

Tuesday Feb 17
Modular, Filter and MFG Presents The Pool Tradeshow Opening Party
w/ Hercules and Love Affair (DJ Set), The Bang Gang Deejays & Treasure Fingers
Beauty Bar , Las Vegas, NV
Free w/ RSVP at http://www.danceright.net/pooltradeshow/

And it's FREIKO!

Foot Prints

I travel because I can't stay still. Because there are places I feel at home in that are thousands of miles apart. So I date cites, sometimes many at a time. They pique my interest from across a crowded sky and I coyly string them along..

The Netherlands

Leeds Festival