I learned cooking Aubergine Schnitzels with Jesse Jenkins. His Insta account hit my digital shelves faster than the holy Ottolenghi trilogy. I got my eyeshadow technique from Victoria Beckham. I will always apply an Amy Winehouse styled eyeliner, but when Victoria influences, I watch. I love to get my stats from various sources, but the real housewives of Clapton is by far the biggest bull in my lifestyle studies accounts. I book appointments with my gynaecologist, but I prefer reproductive health insights with Hayley Morris. I had a hunch that renting an apartment in NYC is out of budget. Just a few reels with Caleb Simpson touring flats proved me right. When the Berliner in me thinks there must be more to life than black bomber jackets and Berghain, Julia Fox is there for me. I will always choose an Insta story of a female DJ in white buttless underwear over a uniformed dark hole. Without Louis Theroux I wouldn’t have known what emetophobia is. I could have lived without it, but small talks would be a lot duller. If I want a great dinner date, I watch the Dish podcast with Josh Homme on Youtube. Call me boring, but it lowers the risk of bad company by 100%. I have never been to Toronto, but I am hanging on Isaaclikes_’ lips (mic) to have his interviewee reveal the city’s best coffee spot. This man could ask what the best diaper in Rewe (Germany’s finest grocery store) is and I would scroll my thumbs off to get watch the answer.  

My brother says: ‘You are a lost soul, sister!‘ for spending hours online, I say ‘I am well-informed and entertained with things and people that interest me.‘

I was born in the 80s and loved reading the BRAVO for the latest in the pop world. I praise living in the 2020s, where everyone can check their pop (or any kind of) facts whenever and wherever they want. All it takes is a subscription, a follow or a scroll, because social media and the smartphone don’t have opening hours–‘breaking news’–unlike the petrol station, where I bought my magazines in 1995. Bless it!