Easter is rarely so climate-neutral: empty departure halls, no traffic jams at the Gotthard… The only thing going around the world at the moment is this Covid thing. What measures does the FACES editorial team take when it is hit by travel fever instead of the virus?
Johanna Prokopp: “Il est cinq heures, Paris s’éveille” by Jacques Dutronc (Disque Vogue, $ 1.29 on iTunes) runs in endless loop! Not so much because I long for Paris or France, but because the chanson with its rhythm and lyrics (“Le café est dans les tasses / Les cafés nettoient leurs glaces / Et sur le boulevard Montparnasse / La gare n’est plus qu’une carcasse”) describes the bustling awakening of a city. Just like it was the norm, what felt like an eternity ago. Somehow it all seems like a weird dream and I would actually like to wake up again.
Michèle Stähli: Exercise gets the cabin fever out of my bones. With my neighbor, I bend twice a week at rooftop yoga (where, admittedly, I like lying still at the end the best), and long walks have become a necessary habit to clear my head during this strange time. From Wipkingen, I stroll along the Limmat, turn around at Werdinsel or continue to the vineyards on Hönggerberg.
Angela Sisca: The memory of my family in southern Italy brings the sunshine into my own four walls – and a little “gioia di vivere”. To help me, I flick through vacation photos, then conjure up bruschetta, spaghetti vongole, burrata or homemade pesto rosso in my quarantine kitchen. In any case, canzoni by Adriano Celentano, Al Bano & Romina Power will be playing… The playlist of my heart:
https://open.spotify.com/user/0bzcure/playlist/18l4StfLzFx3KdKkHSqnYe?si=RlR6uNUeQLCQoFXGwmzPTw
Alisa Schmid: I think I found the picture on Pinterest. Actually, it was more me who found it, it spoke to me immediately. The sight of him relaxes me. Of course, everyone interprets it differently. When I look at it, time stands still and my thoughts take me far, far away… HEAD IN THE CLOUDS.
Bruce Yim: My plan was to visit the family this spring. In Hong Kong. Relatively difficult under these circumstances. To get a taste of home, I put Honkong’s signature pastry in the oven: pineapple buns! I eat tons of them when I visit home. However, you have to earn the pleasure, the production is time-consuming. I recommend this recipe and promise: it’s worth the effort!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3dbwvnn0aw
Tanya Hänni: Couch Potato? Not with me, in times like these. Workout in the living room, rehearse new Tiktok dances, take a few steps outside every day – always stay active! My favorite thing at the moment is YouTube yoga, I can dream myself away on the mat. This quarter-hour stretching session with Mady Morrison flexes the whole body. Perfect for taking a deep breath and doing something good for yourself in between:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFgwrTc1e1I
Marina Warth:
Survival of the fittest? If the going gets tough, I’m prepared. Because I watch Bear Grylls survive in the wilderness. DMAX offers three seasons of adventures online in which the former SAS soldier proves what a tough guy he is. In passing, I fantasize about exotic places, the jungle, the savannah, the desert, and forget for a moment that I’m actually lounging around on the sofa at home.
Mirco Ludolini:
Coming from the gutter in Miami to the top is one thing. Staying there, the other. That requires luck, timing and hard work. The habits and legacy of an ex-dealer hardly help. In “Hurricanes” (Hanover Square, CHF 33.90), Rick Ross describes how he succeeds despite this. The rapper describes drug swamps and gang fights, looks behind the scenes of the music industry and into the everyday life of an A-list celebrity. Ricky Rozay’s songs have been with me for years – this biography now provides the background.
Meret Ackermann:
The smell of evaporated sweat, salsa rhythms in the air, endless nights with lukewarm beer on damp beanbags, the sound of the waves… My definitive top destination is (and will probably remain) Central America. Last winter I spent some wonderful weeks in Panama. On dreary days at home, I revive them, sit in the bathtub with a poorly chilled Cerveza Balboa (CHF 3.50 in the Latino store) and play a Latino playlist. Any one. They all sound the same anyway.
Marco Rüegg:
Will God get us out of this mess? And if so, which one? No, praying is not my thing. Nevertheless, my lifeline in the lockdown wasteland is a dose of Jerusalem. A drug of a city, saturated with spiritual energy like a wet sponge. I have them on the bedside table. And in the kitchen. And on the couch. In the form of a 256-page book (AT Verlag, CHF 36.90) that combines market scenes, anecdotes and flavors (in the form of recipes). Head cinema and palate orgasm in one.
