50/50’s I remember’s

50/50’s I remember’s

 

1. I remember the day, where hot chocolate was out and vanilla latte was in.

 

2. I remember me being crazy about caps since I was little.

 

3. I remember Brooklyn’s Starbucks being also crazy about fancy bancy caps.

 

4. I remember a good old friend saying to myself, “if you ever have the choice my little girl between being a luck or smart always take lucky.” Now I know why.

 

5.       I remember people recognizing me because of my caps.

 

6. I remember myself designing my logo in a coffee shop.

 

7. I remember the day where Lisa became LD13, where passion became a voice and where a risk was taken to find identity.

 

8. I remember holding my keys to my own apartment on the day of move in and seeing a chapter closing.

 

9.I remember not missing childhood.

 

10. I remember, the cold icy days, where mommy and myself came back from shopping and playing with my toys in the hot-top of our hotel.

 

11. I remember, eating mini gummi bears.

 

12. I remember, shopping Halloween costumes with mom for Halloween and photoshoots with Dad.

 

13. I remember, my bed being a pirate cruise.

 

14. I remember flying together with Peter Pan to Noland in the middle of the night.

 

15. I remember, hours and hours spend seeing the crocodile of the rainforest café.

 

16. I remember late night pool visits.

 

17. I remember Mc Donald’s and tones of Ketchup. And the red stain always being a track of my shirt.

 

18. I remember grandma teaching me how to sew and grandpa how to paint.

 

19. I remember missing school.

 

20. I remember feeling sad that the IB was over.

 

21. I remember 2 years of pain.

 

22. I remember dad saying, you are free as a bird now start living.

 

23. I remember, playing outside in nature each and every day until the sun went to sleep.

 

24. I remember, freedom and happiness when playing in my grandma’s garden and building myself little treehouses where I dressed up in self-styled clothes.

 

25. I remember, imaging myself moving to Hollywood and becoming a famous Disney actor.

 

26. I remember, Mickey and Mini mouse as my hero’s.

 

27. I remember pens and pencils, watercolors and brushes lying everywhere. A creative mess so call it. Each and every time I lived and explored my creativity.

 

28. I remember being born on the Friday the 13^th.

 

29. I remember 13^th as my lucky number.

 

30. I remember that moment of time where I fall in love with NYC.

 

31. I remember the 13^th of march, the day where LD13 started a mission. Class of 2021.

 

32. I remember one year ago, where I struggled sewing a button on a shirt and didn’t had a clue where this will take me.

 

33. I remember, meeting Katie and it was her telling me to live art and see art again.

 

34. I remember when the scale was my greatest demon.

 

35. I remember the day when giving a shit on my past and be tuned on for the new.

 

36. I remember, seeing Grand Rapids art prize event.

 

37. I remember going to a James Bay Concert.

 

38. I remember going to last year’s Tommy Hilfiger’s Fashion show.

 

39. I remember having the idea of a chestnut cap using felt as my material. It was the time when I learned how to felt, doing prototypes and being fascinated by creating something yet unknown. The start where I was funky bunky creative and didn’t shy to explore the new.

 

40. I remember, my beloved sewing classes together with my teach which has become my creative soulmate. Missing the early mornings discussing new projects with “Butterbrezels” with black coffee. The busy afternoons with our Bernina. Our discussions jumping from one idea to the next. Our left-over fabrics being the starter of new project. Our laughs and our struggles. Our passion.

 

41. I remember, spraying on shirts, designing and making clothes and accessories.

 

42. I remember photoshoots in NYC Central Park.

 

43. I remember, sunny-side-up shoes, poncho and accessories.

 

44. I remember the day when I started drawing me as a comic.

 

45. I remember the day, when I learned to let things flow and mistakes happen.

 

46. I remember, that I don’t remember days but moments.

 

47. I remember, walking done Bedford Avenue seeing multiple stickers everywhere, people of every color and every style, who flooded the boardwalks and restaurants with music, cheer and laughter.

 

48. I remember some men with his radio dancing to “I don’t know my gender” in the middle of the street in tangs.

 

49. I remember, men doing the grocery shopping at whole foods and women being buzzy talking on the phone.

 

50. I remember, my mornings starting with a venti skinny vanilla latte extra hot.

 

51. I remember, seeing each and every one as different individuals and actually we are not.

 

52. I remember the quote by Jackie Brookner “Why do we call each other I instead we should call each other we, because humans are a track of bacteria from the same environment (90% DNA of bacteria and 10% human DNA making up the body of human individual).

 

53. I remember mixed gender bathrooms and switched gender roles walking down Bedford Ave.

 

54. I remember the day questioning myself is this normal?

 

55. I remember, Germany being normal, New York being diverse and different. There is a reason why New York is big apple its rich and fresh in styles, ideas, patchwork and design. In other words, its prosperous like an apple. That’s reason why I came here. Harmonie is boring. Risks and problems are funky bunky cool. Risks, new inventions and problems are tackled here on a day by day basis which are mind blowing and inspiring. A hotspot of creativity lies within the city and I am lucky to be weird.

 

56. I remember questing my style, my art, my identity. Is this normal. Do I fit into the fashion world?

 

57. I remember, wanna doing things different and being part of the new tomorrow, where fashion is not price tagged, where simplicity is beauty and sustainable.

 

58. I remember the day falling in love with fashions flair, its voice, its color, its character and richness in inventions and human interactions.

 

59. I remember falling in love with Jazz.

 

60. I remember going to Jazz concerts.

 

61. I remember being a vegetarian.

 

62. I remember, eating salmon topped with a sunny side up egg and mushrooms on the side as my favorite dish.

 

63. I remember, the time where head told me what to do instead of my heard.

 

64. I remember, people staring at me very weird when I topped my jam bread with mustard and my spaghettis with ketchup.

 

65. I remember, asking my mom for fish fingers though I didn’t like the taste of fish.

 

66. I remember, drawing new ideas and designs on the napkins of restaurant visits.

 

67. I remember reading about Coco Chanel’s life.

 

68. I remember the excitement of buying myself every month the new Vogue edition together with my mom. The hazel coffee stains on one of the pages, the piece that I cut out and the pages I ripped out.

 

69. I remember, chocolate croissants in Paris.

 

70. I remember starting an internship with Strenesse, a German, international Fashion Label. A time where I learned a lot from professional tailors, designers and workers. A time where I got to do the shitty work and the funky bunk creative work. A time where I designed my first shirt which will be launched in their Spring 2018 line. A time where I experienced my first professional photo and film shoot. A time which I don’t want to miss.

 

71. I remember failing a lot.

 

72. I remember, Williamsburg being a place of unique ATM vendors. Each being a different character, a sign of their location.

 

73. I remember, being with a girl with the same struggles deciding to quiet life.

 

74. I remember the day, when art became my voice, my escape, my shell.

 

75. I remember, going out late and hanging out with friends a lot.

 

76. I remember, starting a career as a professional soccer star for FC Bayern Munich.

 

77. I remember damaging both of my meniscus of my knees at the same time.

 

78. I remember missing sprints in the cold rainy days on the pitch.

 

79. I remember loving chocolate over vanilla ice cream.

 

80. I remember summer holidays spend in France, where we visited local art exhibitions and enjoyed long walks on the beach.

 

81. I remember missing my every day run.

 

82. I remember hating drawings and paintings of snoopy cartoons.

 

83. I remember going to poetry slams.

 

84. I remember early morning snuggles with mom and story telling her the one magic book over and over again just to pretend to be a good reader with the age of 4.

 

85. I remember reading Faust and not being very moved and interested in Goethe’s thinking process, questioning of life and the critical voice he shares with the reader.

 

86. I remember writing a little diary.

 

87. I remember sending only NY post cards to my German friends.

 

88. I remember seeing the boy collecting and pin boarding my cards on his wall.

 

89. I remember the love that was no love.

 

90. I remember, receiving bracelets from a boy that I didn’t like.

 

91. I remember meeting the drummer to have some coffee together. I could feel the magic of creativity between us. I loved our ideas could bounce between each other. A friend which I miss having.

 

92. I remember, eating a Leberkässemmel with mustard and a sunny side up egg at Chelsea Market.

 

93. I remember, hanging out with the bracelet boy in sweet Italian cafés and restaurants, where I had a flash back on my childhood memories, spending every summer in Verona Italy together with my family.

 

94. I remember my mommy wearing the beautiful Max Mara dresses and costumes, the smell and touch of fine and luxury garment. The Italian voices. The buttons being as big as my little hand and the many shopping bags hanging afterwards on my little blue scooter.

 

95. I remember the locations of each little toy store and shoe store we went there.

 

96. I remember me being a detective. Running around, hiding behind corners, stunts on my favorite playground, my blue scooter my spying glass, where I was son a mission catching escapers.

 

97. I remember me still doing this today, in parks, in restaurants, in shops, in malls, in coffee shops, in subways, walking down Bedford, on the airport, taking the bus or the train, and during restroom visits.

 

98. I remember Mr. Broadways drawing classes and long hours of figure studying.

 

99. I remember financing my apartment lease with monthly earnings of renting my apartment for film shoots.

 

100. I remember, that I don’t remember how precious memories are over money, over reality over fake, over pains. I guess I wanna live and create life with sweat, tears, happiness and love. I wanna let things flow and be risky of trying out new things. Keep the spindle going. Be different be yourself. 100% LD13, 100% Imperfection.