The unsuspected sides of Tom Hiddleston

When we first get introduced to actors in a role they play very convincingly, it’s hard to picture them in a different way than the character itself.

How surprised was I, when I saw this video of Tom Hiddleston, the evil, conflicted Loki, brother of Thor, singing Stand by Me in a car in Germany after being on the German lifestyle magazine ‘Taff’. The Taff reporter drives the Hollywood star – who was by the way also nominated for “Sexiest Man Alive” by People Magazine, but lost to great dissatisfaction of ‘the Internet’ to Adam Levine – around Berlin and convinces him to do a little karaoke.

Who knew that ‘Loki’ could look so good, be so charming, and sing so casually even though he doesn’t have the voice of an angel? After briefly surfing around after seeing this video, it turns out Hiddleston is also quite the juggler, dancer, gentleman, and comedian.
Watch and enjoy.



Kate Moss for Topshop

Kate Moss for Topshop

Kate Moss for Topshop

Right after discovering that Berlin just opened up their very own Topshop department in KaDeWe (the ‘Harrods’ of Berlin), the great news keeps coming: supermodel Kate Moss is designing a collection for Topshop again, which will be available in stores coming April! Now there’s some news to get us through the upcoming cold dark days and gives us something to look forward to!

This is not the first time the world-famous British top model has designed for the high street store; between 2007 and 2010 14 ‘Kate Moss for Topshop’ collections were created, in which she played the role of designer and model. This upcoming collection will have 40 pieces ranging from womenswear, accessories, and footwear, and is expected (like with previous collections) to be inspired by Moss’s personal wardrobe and style.

Kate Moss:
“I have always been a big fan of Topshop and regularly shop there. I love what they stand for and am very excited at the thought of working with them. It’s going to be great fun.”

The collection will be sold in Topshop stores in 40 countries and the online shop of the brand. Check the pictures below for my favorites from the past collections.

Mr. Whippy’s Frozen Yoghurt Truck

I hate foodstagram. The sport of taking pictures of something you cooked and are about to put in your mouth and digest, simply to stay alive – I just don’t get it. You don’t see people tweeting ‘I just took a breath!’, get over it.
It might make you wonder why it would be okay to blog about food instead. Well, this case is different ( 😉 !). Mr. Whippy is not about food, it’s about treating yourself to pleasure and supporting a local business.
Because mr. Whippy does not just saturate your hunger, it prickles your brain in the little game of trying to find the perfect combination of toppings (what a stretch in my brain to pick two toppings from my favorites coconut, krokant, strawberries, and chunks of Oreo cookies) and it literally makes me and my friends happy; whenever we find out that mr. Whippy is near – once in a while he parks (on request) on our media spree and me and my colleagues go undercover on Coca Cola property to get a piece of the good stuff – it sincerely brightens up our day.
I’ve tried other Frozen Yoghurts in Berlin but they’re just not the same.

Me and my colleague enjoying Frozen Yoghurt at work

Me and my colleague enjoying Frozen Yoghurt at work

So get it while it’s hot (cold), discover your favorite topping-mix and help spread the love!
Mr. Whippy on Facebook

Three buffed men in black

Berghain panorama bar; a famous, legendary, freaky techno club in Berlin for the young, hot and hip. I need to find the best outfit or they won’t let me in. I haven’t had eye shadow on my face in years but I’ve got to bring it all tonight or they won’t let me in. “Let’s play the gay-card, they might let us in for sure!”Unfortunately, the 2ndmale-player to actually play the gay-card has a date with a Russian girl so he’s out of the picture. “If they don’t let us in, flash your boobs!” “Maybe you should flash them anyway and they might let us in for sure!”

One hour, one make-up and dressing session and half a liter of beer later, we are on the way. The building is not impressive, but the three buffed men in black at the entrance sure are. In line we talk more tactics but I just say: “well, we can’t really change anything about it anyway, so we’ll see”, but you can see every brain waiting in line calculating their chances. It’s time. We’re up next. One of the guys looks us up and down and asks “zwei?”,we: “nein, drei”… “no, step out of line.”

As we walk the short distance back to the taxi I hear my fellow party people arguing about why we didn’t get in. I wait for the feeling of rejection to kick in, for a door in the back of my mind to open a can of unknown insecurities but as I’m standing there in my party outfit and a summer jacket, I actually just feel cold. Next stop: Watergate. Same game, different club. This time, after rejecting the people in front of us, we get in.

As we stand in line to buy our tickets and get frisked, I wait for the feeling of victory to kick in but all I feel is the frustration of having to pay € 12,- entrance for the party. After ordering a beer for € 4,- (!) we immerge ourselves to the dance floor. The DJ is ugly with an ‘80’s mustache but he’s good and I’m surrounded by young, hot and hip people. At least, I think so because it’s so dark I can’t recognize any features of my fellow young, hot and hip people standing further away than half a meter.

After an hour an a half of expensive drinks, dancing to techno and hurting my ears to the loud repetitive beat I think ‘fuck it’ and go home. Some people might argue that I should’ve stayed to ‘get my moneys worth’ but why waste my time in a place where I’m not enjoying myself? The only time I’ll pay €12,- to get in without blinking, is at the cinema. I’m not saying I don’t like dancing in clubs, and going out in anything other than a bar but the whole ‘being a young, hot and hip person in a young, hot and hip club in Berlin’ -game has been wasted on me from the start. For me, going out is a way to have fun and blow off steam, no matter what you look like or how much money you can spend. Because it doesn’t matter what clothes you wear or how much make-up you put on your face because the next day – hung over as hell in sweatpants and laziness – we’re all the same.

I should’ve told the DJ I loved his moustache.