#südblock

[shinjiwakasa]

I will join to compilation from @elmuellerecords With @pepogalan @leeyimusic its absolutely my honored. You should check link in bio @elmuellerecords repost from elmuellerecords. Vivimos tiempos difíciles. Por ciudades y lugares cercanos impera la incomprensión, el odio, los gritos y el miedo, haciendo que muchos de nosotros echemos en falta sentimientos que brillan por su ausencia: calidez y humanidad. El Muelle Records pretende aportar un poco de esos sentimientos con la publicación de "Slow sketches vol. 1: Reflections of the ambient community", recopilatorio que editaremos en próximas fechas navideñas con la participación de Suso Saiz, Hotel Neon, Isaac Helsen, The Green Kingdom, Light Sleeper, Lee Yi, Warmth, Gallery Six, Hirotaka Shirotsubaki, Robert Farrugia, Pepo Galán, San Jerónimo, Luis Miehlich, Shinji Wakasa, Valotihkuu, David Cordero, Faux Tapes, Pollypraha, Duister, I am Dive, Leandro Fresco entre otros artistas y grupos que anunciaremos próximamente. Intentemos que, durante estas navidades, podamos oír cómo la nieve cae de forma cálida a nuestro alrededor. #Listentheambientsnowisfallingeverywhere #compilation #ambientcommunity #ambientmusic #dronemusic #südblock #elmuellerecords #christmas🎄 #humanity #contemporary #slowsketch #abstract #returns #lofi #fieldrecordings #soundscape #albertolucendo #darrenharper #caminauta #more Thank you Pepo:-) (Spain) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4yBq-gBlHQ/?igshid=9jyif7bv77cv

[dmcpics]

#rfgs #wlcm (hier: Südblock) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8PF8EdoCNOcmIwIPoWEwA_xsfpz2xqgSHYEcw0/?igshid=1fjh8ipqdycd5

[anisakis-blog]

Südblock, I have to tell you, the best brunch in Berlin #365challenge #photooftheday #südblock #berlin #kreuzberg #kotti #analog #instaxmini #polaroid #chemicalphotography #brunch (hier: Südblock)

[archernx]

Yes I ordered the Tex Mex and it's woohooo good. #südblock #texaninberlin (at Berlin - Kreuzberg)

[plateaurepasmusic]

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Playeau Repas Vintage ❤️🌈🎈💥💅#plateaurepas #vampire #freakatronic #happybitcheeez #educatetheyouth #cherryokie #südblock (à Südblock)

[antifainternational]

May 15 - Veranstaltung "Die rechte Melange in Cottbus"

Im Jahr 2018 gab es 35 rechte Angriffe in Cottbus – damit führt die zweigrößte Stadt Brandenburgs die Statistik rechter Gewalt im Bundesland an. Möglich ist dies durch die Normalisierung rechter, rassistischer und flüchtlingsfeindlicher Positionen. Eine enge Vernetzung von bekannten Neonazis, dem Leuchtturmprojekt der Anti-Asyl-Proteste „Zukunft Heimat“, der rechten Kampagnenorganisation „ein Prozent“ und der AfD lässt auch für die kommenden Kommunal- und Landtagswahlen nichts Gutes erhoffen. Bisherigen Prognosen nach wird die AfD stärkste Kraft in Cottbus werden – wie auch schon bei der Bundestagswahl 2017, wo die Partei fast 27% erhielt. Wir diskutieren mit dem Podium über die Situation in Cottbus, welche Verflechtungen sich nachweisen lassen und wie antifaschistische Gegenstrategien in Brandenburg aussehen können. Podiumsdiskussion mit der Opferperspektive Brandenburg und dem Aktionskollektiv Cottbus 15.Mai 2019 | 19 Uhr | Aquarium im Südblock (U Kottbusser Tor, Skalitzer Str. 6)

[nosw-block]

NOSW-Block (Nord.Ost.Süd.West-Block) der Online-Shop für Sportfans, Fans, Supporter und Ultras. Block-, Sports- und Streetwear für alle Sportarten. Supporte was du liebst! Shop now: nosw-block.de #noswblock #supportewasduliebst #blockwear #sportswear #streetwear #supporter #fans #sportfans #ultras #fanblock #fankurve #fanklamotte #fan #mehralsnureinfan #streetstyle #teamsport #supportyourlocalteam #fashion #lifestyle #style #support #nordblock #südblock #westblock #ostblock #sport #youllneverwalkalone #unitedwestand #sportshop #sportstore (hier: Stadion am Millerntor - St.Pauli) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0mENWInA1a/?igshid=13y80fgr1bgur

[gettin-bi-bi-bi]

Heey Maddie! I heard (or read idk which to use) that you live in Berlin and I was wondering if you could talk more about lbtq+ friendly places in the city. I'm super curios because I will be in Berlin for a little more then a week in this summer and I wanted to see some of those places but I have no idea where to look. Sorry for probably terrible grammar ❤️❤️❤️

Hello,

if you want specific dates and places for our bi-meetings (maybe you happen to be in town just at the right time) then message me off anon on my personal blog @apicturewithasmile.

Now if you’re looking for some history/art, what you could go to is the Schwules Museum (gay museum)  but I don’t know what exhibition they are currently showing there. Then there’s the Memorial to Homosexuals Persecuted Under Nazism in the Tiergarten. It’s an interesting memorial and if you’re doing the basic Berlin sightseeing tour (Brandenburger Tor, Holocaust memorial, Potsdamer Platz) then you’ll be just around the corner anyway.

If you’re looking for party there’s the SchwuZ Club and tbh... I don’t know much about clubs in Berlin, queer or not, so... sorry if that’s what you were looking for.

And then there are a SHIT TON of cafés and bars. Most prominently maybe there’s Sonntags-Club and Café Berio (which is open 24/7). Actually the whole area of Nollendorfplatz/Motzstraße is filled with queer cafés and shops - even a queer book shop. If your timing is right you may be there for the Lesbisch-Schwules Stadtfest (21./22.07.) which is a huge street festival in exactly that neighbourhood. Then there’s Melitta Sundström and k-fetisch and Südblock and Himmelreich and and and.... you see.... there’s A LOT of queer cafés and bars in Berlin.

Pride (or as we call it here: Christopher Street Day/CSD) is on the 28th of July this year.

Aaaaand then there’s the Berlin Pride Guide that you can check out. It’s partially in English.

Us bisexuals meet twice a month and as I said: contact me if you want those details.

Maddie

[likeabhumi]

Gönnt euch meine 2000er Trauma-Leben - Millennium Chino-Sternbildentstehung und das Zeichentrick Video über mein Helfersyndrom und Harmoniesucht. Das Leben unter Cholerischen Seelenmobbingtäter - Abi 2016 23. August 2020 - 10:41 (hier: Aquarium Am Südblock) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEObmKVKHrU/?igshid=p8zd15yzjqmr

[engl699readingjournal-blog]

Mateja was from Nürnberg and had been scouted as a model in her mid-teens. Like most slim male models with androgynous faces and slender figures, her entire career had been from the very beginning sculpted by her agency as informed by the archetypes she could already be placed into, prefabricated and predestined, as laid out for her as the clothing items themselves. She had done H&M campaigns in effete floral blouses, clad in bell-bottom pants and donning Quentin-Crisp-esque scarves and broad-brimmed hats, round sunglasses, ethereal photoshoots standing in meadows, wreathed in lavender. Tresses intertwined with leaves and open shirts slipping off of pale bony shoulders, a glamorous pastoral in which a certain suspended belief in the existence of masculinity was engineered by an industry presently dominated by Andreja Pejić pre-transition. At the height of Mateja’s career, the industry had only just realized that androgyny was lucrative, apparently, because even before I had met her I knew her. Pictures of her crossed my Tumblr dashboard from time to time. She blended in with the other thousands of models being styled exactly as she was, but she was there nonetheless, a part of this bizarre vision someone was curating, the ultra-wispy waifish male model clothed in these strange Little Lord Fauntleroy outfits as if he had himself been dressed by some Victorian nanny, given dissolute-1920s-schoolboy floppy haircuts. At one point I felt like a day couldn’t pass by without me seeing someone reblog a picture of one of these models in a sheer button down that showcased his ribs and collarbones, one blue eye peeking at the camera because the other was covered by the hair flop, a boater hat perched on top of that, cultivating the kind of gossamer construct Thomas Mann might have chased through Venice in a 1913 fantasy. Spindly hands, hollow cheeks, emphasized undereye circles that reiterated the eternal toxic marriage between the anemic image and the marketable queer one. The only way to be androgynous: rail thin, white as Christmas in Finland, consumptive. Models were scouted, packaged this way, then disposed of once they had aged out of the fey aesthetic. Something about seeing them years later on Instagram, sloppy, weird, greasy, chainsmoking, partying, was satisfying, the shedding of the artificial skin and the assumption of the unmarketable identity, the inundation of the Instagram account with memes instead of photoshoot outtakes, the gaining of weight and the growing of patchy beards, the eschewing of the sheer blouse in favor of kitschy t-shirts with stock photos of European-Union-themed nail art silkscreened across the front. High-waters paired with dirty running shoes. If Thomas Mann had seen them all now he may never have written Der Tod in Venedig. This is what his Tadzio would become? A smelly Prenzlauer Berg hipster in Dahmer glasses? Good.

Mateja was of a slightly different variety of industry pariahs, though. Once she left her representing agency, she grew her hair out, started wearing PVC skirts over black leotards, changed her name, started her own modeling agency for trans, genderqueer, nonbinary, and otherwise non-cisgender people. That was how we met. “The agency is called Das Modell,” she said as we sat at Südblock, casually inhaling an entire Flammkuchen while we talked about her work. “With two L’s. You know, like a concept, a theory, not like a person. And das, because it’s neutrisch. So is das Model, but the meanings are not quite the same.” I thought about the song by Kraftwerk and its rudimentary lyrics – “she is a model and she’s looking good / I’d like to take her home, that’s understood” – and how I had seen the German title of that song spelled both ways, with and without the extra L at the end. Of course, obsessed with all things robotic and scientific as they were, it would have made sense if the same wordplay had been intended there. “I just got sick of many things in this mainstream fashion industry,” she went on. “I left this agency because I told them I was not a male and they didn’t know what to do about that. They wanted to make me like Andreja, but I wasn’t like her. She knew she was a woman for many years, you know. She just didn’t come out because she knew she could make more money as a male model who looked like a woman than she could doing the same thing but identifying as a woman. Her whole career was relying on this one difference. I told them I was not this. They had no use for me. So I started my own agency.”

We had done a few photoshoots, all of which involved me in all black with my silver-blond hair, gaunt face, and crooked left ear front-and-center. I was not shaping up to be a Tadzio. I was 5’6”, my personal brand of androgyny was more evocative of clear and present illness than of foppish wastrel, my head was the size of a jovian planet, I had tattoos that I didn’t feel like showing, I wore drapey clothing that managed to convey the suggestion that I had a body somewhere without actually having to show it. My hair, which had held the same side-part for my entire life, would not do anything except lay exactly the way it wanted to. Mateja had been putting me in all-black turtlenecks for our shoots because they apparently emphasized my jawline. I hated turtlenecks enthusiastically, but I liked Mateja, so I endured. By the time we were halfway through one of our photoshoots, a roll of film in an empty room at the Neue Schule für Fotografie, filled with cracked mirrors that refracted the late-afternoon sunlight across the distinctly DDR parquet flooring, I was ready to shave my hair off and go around for the next months wearing a scarf-wig, Little Edie in Grey Gardens style, clad in a monk’s robe. I had seen myself standing in every unflattering angle I could possibly achieve in every cracked mirror that shot beams of Minority Report lighting across my face and washed out my nose. I sat on a dinosaur of a desk that had been pushed to the wall while Mateja changed a film roll, squinting out at the sunset over a particularly dingy part of Mitte. I had shown up to the photoshoot with only the clothes I was wearing, an attempt to avoid the bringing-up of a tight black turtleneck. The shirt I had chosen had a band collar and was loose. She did not express disapproval of it, but it was most likely not what she would have chosen, either.

“I think what we concentrate on the most is your face and your hands,” Mateja said. She began to take photos of me as I sat on the desk. “These are your best features.” My hands? They were German Expressionist monstrosities disproportionate to the rest of my body, but I did like them. My face, though? At times I was at peace with it, at other times I wanted to take my fingernails and gore it into unrecognizability. I had strong bone structure because I was sick, not because I was effortlessly beautiful like the Tadzios. None of this would have been interesting to Mateja, who simply commented on how good I was at sitting still and catching the best light with the slightest inclinations of my head. I was just trying to hide that damn ear.

Later that summer, Mateja asked me if I was interested in doing a group photo series for a fashion publication called Achtung, shot by a Köln-based photographer named Eva, centered around Mateja’s fashion endeavor and showcasing some of the agency’s talent. As it happened, the photoshoot was to be the day Sam and I left Berlin for our overnight through-the-whole-Czech-Republic odyssey to Vienna. “Eva says she wants to do some shots of us individually, then as groups, just in the apartment, then at night to go out and photograph us at some bars,” Mateja said. “I explained to her and the magazine what we expected of pronouns, proper language, things like this. They told us to bring several pieces of clothing that we feel the most comfortable in, our favorite things to wear.” I agreed to the daytime photoshoot, noting that I would not make the evening half of the project because I had a bus to catch with a friend.

It was July and a massive heat-wave was preparing to seize all of Germany by the throat and hold it fast all the way until the end of August. It was already smoldering in Bavaria and Austria, but had not yet crept up to Berlin. I could still comfortably spend a day outdoors in black shitkicker Docs, heavy black knee-socks, black schoolboy shorts, a white collared button-down, a crust punk neckerchief, and a black blazer with the lapels covered in buttons and brooches, inspired by Rik Mayall’s moody anarchist character from The Young Ones. In Berlin nobody looks twice if you wear the same outfit for a month. It felt only right that this should be the ensemble I brought along.

I think I was the most difficult to style. In attendance were Mateja, a young transwoman from München named Kim, Mateja’s genderqueer roommate whose name I don’t remember, a model and fashion designer named Leni with a look and backstory very similar to Mateja’s, and myself. The two stylists from the magazine looked at what I was wearing, evaluated my face, and made an executive decision: turtlenecks. Put him in turtlenecks. I wanted to scream. My foray into modeling was shaping up to be one backless infinite wardrobe filled with Hermès turtlenecks. “These make your face look incredible,” said the stylists to me in German. “Much more masculine jawline.” I didn’t want a masculine jawline. “Was für ein Gesicht,” Eva said as she snapped photos.

Exactly none of the clothes I was put into were clothes I would wear in any setting ever. Giant 1970s flared pants with platform-heel boots and turtlenecks, awful leather pants and Gucci jean jackets and turtlenecks, everything shot from the front to avoid acknowledging that Sam and I had cut my hair the night before with what could have been a chainsaw and a cheese knife, the crooked ear front-and-center again. I wanted to demand to know why my own clothes didn’t suffice. No, it wasn’t sleek, but neither was punk, neither was queer. I thought about the crust punks who hung out around Warschauer Straße with their dogs and their witty cardboard signs, about the squatters who tromped around Kreuzberg in their boots and bandannas. Did the people from this magazine know nothing about this?

After the main shoot began wrapping up, I got back into my clothes while Mateja and everyone else suited up for their night out, choosing other clothes to bring along for wardrobe changes. Mateja’s first outfit was a slim-cut suit with no shirt underneath, and Leni put on a matching ensemble. Together they put on music and danced while Eva snapped photos, them waiting for it to get dark enough for phase two, me waiting for the right time to leave. They moved like cats, tossing their hair about and embracing each other. I stood to the side, watching and holding my backpack which held enough CLIF bars to last Sam and I through our entire Austrian trek in the coming 36 hours. At some point Eva noticed me, my buttons, my boots, and called me over to snap a picture of me, just standing there, still holding my backpack, in front of this wall, dance music still blaring. Somewhere out there that picture exists. Months later, when Mateja met up with me to give me a hard copy of the magazine, she sighed and simply said, “I don’t know if I’m happy with this series. Eva did very well shooting us, but I think the magazine missed the point.”

[minimaldandy]

#südblock #27ClubsBerlin #27Clubs #EuropeanClubNight #Berlin #berlinnights #berlingram #berlinstagram #berlincity #berlinnightlife #nightlife #Nachtleben #night #streetphotography #Techno #Electro #club #Leica #Noctilux #30Jahre #30JahreMauerfall #clubcom View on Instagram ift.tt/2K5EasR - more photos here: www.winfried-veil.de

[politaoke]

Tonight! In the lovely Aquarium next to Südblock! Doors at 7:30, Show at 8! Donations welcome and we're excited to also have @gegenwaehlen in the house! Come pick up posters, postcards and stickers from the campaign & help keep the AfD out of the Bundestag! #youforoffice #meinerede #btw17 #wählengegenrechts http://ift.tt/2jO7nOl

[gedankenreiter]

It‘s again time for #voicemail! Third edition of this event of @korientation . #spokenwordpoetry #berlin #asiangerman #communityevent (hier: Aquarium Am Südblock) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxFlNKcHB71/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1uxjpfr5mr2tf

[cncrtdistraction]

Südblock, Berlin Kreuzberg

[boohooberlin]

Boo who? It's us – we didn't mean to ghost on you! After a one-year absence, we are back with a bouquet of globalized beats. This is also the first Boo Hoo since Ziúr released her debut full-length, U Feel Anything?, on Planet Mu. Following her release party at Berghain, Ziúr is back at Südblock with Joey Hansom, who for this edition have sniffed out some rising talent: Brazilian-born Lyzza is a DJ/producer/vocalist based in Amsterdam, having released her debut EP in November on Los Angeles-based label Symbols. Sharing this trifecta of talents is Englesia, a Chinese native who now lives in London as part of the UNITI collective, creating club nights and a show on Radar Radio. Joining them will be local rookie Auco, a member of the No Shade crew – plus a special guest TBA!

Dec 29 at Südblock

[nosw-block]

This is Hockey. Supporte was du liebst! nosw-block.de #noswblock #supportewasduliebst #hockey #eishockey #eisfläche #supporter #fanblock #teamsport #hamburg #icehockeygame #del #hockeytime #eishockeydeutschland #supportyoursports #thisishockey #eishockeyfans #eishockeyultras #lovethisshit #hauptstadteishockey #spielfeld #support #nordblock #südblock #westblock #ostblock #lovethisgame #hockeylove #sportstore4u #sportshop #sportstore (hier: Hamburg-Arena) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4weS6RChxd/?igshid=1ug2m5s0bve4d