Ballroom dancers December 22, 2005Posted by BiB in Uncategorized.
Yes, ballroom dancers. That’s what young Berliners look like, or at least those that flock to the shops around Schönhauser Allee just before Christmas. I’ve mentioned the leathery tans before, but there’s the tweezing too. Both he- and she-Berliners are overtweezed. And what is it with that pulling the dyed-yellow hair back so tightly that their faces look as taut as Joan Rivers’? Not a good look.
Another fashion item I thought had been consigned to the basse couture hall of fame was those half-cord, half-jeans trousers with the pockets alternating with whichever material they are sewn on to. Did these make it to the outside world or were they stopped at the Berlin/Brandenburg border? They were as much of a class giveaway as a doubly buggy, even if the boy-next-door-ish barman at one of my local woofter joints could get away with them. Today I saw them on a young man for the first time since about 2002. Maybe I’m so behind the times that they’ve gone out of ‘fashion’ and come back in again. Could that be so? Stranger things have happened, like me getting my Geography AS Level. (I think we only had to accost shoppers in Watford to pass.)
The trousers and ballroom-dancing observations were made as I went on ‘my walk’ (as opposed to ‘my other walk’). I’m a man of habit and my walk takes me through the Mauerpark, even though I don’t possess a drum, but as I stumbled into it today in the pitch darkness, I thought I’d better not go any further as all I could see was the odd scampering alsatian and I was worried I might either get bitten to death or given a random blow-job (maybe that Mauerpark rumour is untrue) and I was in the mood for neither death nor fellatio. So I ducked back onto the streets and realised, when I saw someone in a shirt and tie, that that is a look one sees pretty god damned rarely here, whereas, of course, on an early evening in London, it would be the look of about 75% of the men you came across. Well, far be it from me to comment on the employment figures in Berlin…
Aber, as I headed homewards and revolutionarily took a completely new route – seeing as I’d thrown all caution to the wind with the Mauerpark swerve in what I hope won’t become an instant tradition and make me have “my other other walk” – through bits of Prenzlauer Berg, the place seemed fairly busy with new little businesses here and there. But they’re not the shirt-and-tie type of business. I wonder if Prenzlauer Berg will soon collapse under the weight of cappuccino machines. I mean, how many cafés can the area take? They’re all very nice, of course, but they did all look a tad on the empty side, but I suppose folk hadn’t got out of their ballroom dancing classes yet.
Still, wouldn’t want to live anywhere else, of course…