Patrick Pierazzoli: Flashback
If you are about to buy a new cell phone, don’t do it. Not yet. Wait until the new Motorola Razr comes out – sometime soon. Then you go to your trusted cell phone dealer, pick it up, open it, close it again, open it again, close it again, and you’ll be hooked. The Razr will make you happy, just ask anyone who once owned one of the legendary flip phones. It will be no different now that Motorola is bringing its icon into the modern age. This comeback is made possible by the foldable screen, which Motorola uses in a completely different way to everyone else: While they fold their smartphones into tablets, Motorola folds the normal screen down to the legendary Razr format. That will be brilliant. And expensive as hell. But I agree with Warren Buffet: “Price is what you pay – value is what you get.”
©WoolrichMarina Warth: Hot in Here
Singles Day, Black Friday, Christmas. The industry gives us plenty of reasons to celebrate commerce and stock up on goods that provide a short-term serotonin rush and long-term over-indebtedness. Am I being pessimistic? Absolutely. Cynical? Definitely. Buying for the sake of buying does not make you happy. Other things provide warmth in my heart; conversations about bagged pasta, car karaoke in a foreign country, rants accompanying hiking ascents, laughter over gin and tonic, silence while gazing at the sea and walking in the snow. Admittedly: At minus 15 degrees, there is not enough fire in the heart, but it doesn’t reach the tips of your toes. Shivering and shivering spoil the moment, make me feel cold instead of happy, and I don’t like that any more than I like fully loaded shopping carts and page-long wish lists. When there’s frost on the tree and ice underfoot, these Woolrich boots keep me warm (W’S Wool Check Hiker Boots, approx. 290), a pair that will last for years, outlast holidays, trends and seasonal changes and guarantee any marathon conversation in sub-zero temperatures, no matter how long.
Marco Rüegg: Froggy Funky
City winter? Dark gray. Meteorological. From an acoustic perspective, however, the January hole shines in bright grass frog green. Merci, Radio Grenouille! From the Friche la Belle de Mai – an ex-tobacco factory in Marseille that has mutated into a creative ratatouille – the anti-commercial quack toad station has been broadcasting to the world since 1981.
With themed articles that provide exquisite arguments against the abolition of early French and a soundtrack in the spirit of the multicultural metropolis,
which an exiled Parisian woman once described as “simple et fönky” after quite a lot of pastis. The cultural expansion of horizons is streamed internationally via the Internet; in Provence, the frog can be heard on 88.8 FM. My favorite number times three. Questions?
