Back on UK soil after beers, beers and more beers, Jaeger shots, green shots, free shots, free dice, secret club under a furniture shop, Burger Kings galore, all things donner related for breakfast, lunch and at five in the morning, getting in no earlier than half six, French dates, hostel staff, group naps, Google man, sleeps in taxis (and mid payment), silly takeaway staff, lost cardies, but gained jackets, German soldiers, YAAM, beaches, wall graffiti and art, G&T, funny stag do, cockney NOT Essex, 3 minute check-ins, Matrix club…again, no Watergate, random Norweigians…and all in just 48 hours!
Oh how I love Berlin!
But, finally – the fashion. Although a capital, the Berliners are a casual bunch, but boy do they know how to rock the laidback luxe look. My friend put it a great way – they are sincere about what they wear. I love this description and it’s true – whether they’re wearing a mustard pair of trousers with a stripey shirt or hareem pants with a vest top, from hippies and grunge groups to sports luxe and double denim, they know what they like and more importantly how to wear it. Even the homeless are dressed quirky! Whether you like it or not, they definitely have their own unique style and can rock it for an effortlessly chic finish.
First, what we wore.
It can be difficult to know what exactly is acceptable in Berlin, especially for a group of Liverpool lasses, who love their clothes, make up and getting ready for nights out. It’s not unusual for you to get some weird looks – even if you are wearing wet-look leggings, pistol boots and a crop top or if you have on a colourful eye shadow. It’s also difficult to judge the doormen, for if they don’t like the look of you (or if there are too many checked shirts, crop tops etc already) then they will simply refuse you entry.
However, it’s not too difficult for girls it has to be said – as long as you’re not too rowdy to draw attention to yourself!
For our first night we arrived at the Generator hostel, in East Berlin, at around 10pm. After a quick change we were enjoying a few beers at the bar when approached by Dylan – an Aussie working as nightclub tour guide. He offered to show us round for free and with that we had a large group of English, Polish, Aussies, Americans and a couple of Germans…I think! And off we went. Three train journeys and a little walk (beer stop off and sausage run) later we arrived at a closed, normal looking furniture shop. That is until a bald, well-built man, all in black appeared out of nowhere and led us into a small, dark and dingy living room. Once in, the door shut behind us and we started our decent and when the doors opened again we found ourselves in a cool cave of a place with electro music, tinfoil cubby holes, dark passages and den lofts you had to climb up into.
After splitting into two groups – the blondes came home in the daylight and, after a cheeky takeaway that one can’t remember and a mini room party with a few German soldiers and a random Irish man who worked for Google (apparently), finally went to bed around half 7.
The next day I was determined to take some cool pics of the fashion, but the day didn’t get off to a great start when myself and my best friend realised we were wearing the same coral jumper from Ark…fashion fail!
After a couple of train rides we found ourselves by the East Side Gallery and before walking along it and getting some great pics, we stopped off at a beach bar called YAAM (see featured image) for a Caribbean-style afternoon in the sun, but not before I spotted these lovely mannequins outside a store…joke or real – you decide?
After this initial shock I bought a Gin and bitter lemon, found a lovely spot overlooking the water and had a look about for some interesting styles. No sooner had I started I saw these people…
For our second night out we were more casual – again, more crops, but bright eyes were a theme and even some neon of our own…take a look.
Although we didn’t end up in Watergate (the queue was a mile and a half down the road) we had a great night – again the blondes and brunettes separated, but we took one hostage and managed to keep her out until gone 6 – although she did fall asleep in the taxi…twice!
The only bit of dressed up ‘elegance’ I came across over the two days was this boutique place in a quaint little square off Hackescher Markt…although I’m sure elegant isn’t the right word.
I would definitely recommend Berlin for its urban art, friendly people, underground music scene, brilliantly brewed beers, and probably the best time of your life. However, the fashion definitely won’t be your thing if you like dresses, bodycon styles, heels, fake eyelashes, big hair and lots of fake tan!
I’m going to leave you with some of my favourite pics of the Berlin Wall from the East Side Gallery…enjoy! x