A storied Bauhaus building that mirrors German history like quite a few do - (previously a department store opened in 1928, which later became Hitler Youth Headquarters in 1937) now, transformed into a hangout for the international creative gang, an industrial-chic private club and hotel. What now? The Soho House Berlin and if it wasn't for Damien Hirst's graffiti's at the lobby you could still feel the Berlin Wall there. The ambience is pure, raw, elegant and intense...except the rooftop features a green volcanic-stone pool by an open-air bar. (to lighten things up). A short walk to Prenzelauer Berg’s bohemian cafes, bars and cobblestone corners. Few cities are changing as profoundly as Berlin and yesterday over a nice walk after dinner that was the chat and city in mind, to think that almost 20 years after the Berlin Wall tumbled down, there are still two sides locked in a kind of cultural paradox between East and West. But which ever side, Berliners will always have the ability to reinvent themselves as cultural vanguards, pushing the boundaries of art, fashion and design. I guess I'm clipping a new city crush this year...with an endless world in its own right: Berlin burns, its a fact.
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