Luft wie Seide, wilder Wein und Herbstzeitlose.

“KOMMSE RIN, KOMMSE RAN, HIER WERNSE JENAUSO BESCHISSEN WIE NEBENAN.”

“Berlin is more a part of the world than a city. ”

Iggy Pop had a well-documented love affair with Berlin. Seeking anonymity, he retreated to the city in self-imposed exile during the late ’70s to write, record and party in what was then a divided Berlin. While here he wrote ‘The Passenger,’ about watching the world behind the glass of Berlin’s S-Bahn train.

Berlin is a city condemned forever to becoming and never to being.” –Karl Scheffler, Author of Berlin: Ein Stadtschicksal, 1910

Berlin, the greatest cultural extravaganza that one could imagine.’ David Bowie, Singer, 1970s