Category: Design

  • Calatrava meets Calatrava

    Calatrava meets Calatrava

    It’s almost finished—the new Haus zum Falken, right at Stadelhofen Station. Santiago Calatrava actually began his career here in Zurich, and Stadelhofen Station was one of his earliest works. Now, decades later, he’s returned to add a new feature to the station’s exterior: Calatrava meets Calatrava. I have to say, I like it a lot. The…

  • Susanne Bartsch

    Susanne Bartsch

    Sometimes inspiration comes in unexpected forms—or, in this case, in an unexpectedly fashionable way. While flicking through TV channels (yes, old-school live TV), I stumbled upon a documentary about Susanne Bartsch. I have to admit, I’d never heard of her before—shame on me, given she’s a legendary gay ally and a fierce supporter during the AIDS crisis.…

  • SOL+NOX

    SOL+NOX

    I’ve been working on a very personal project for some time now, and it’s finally finished and ready to share with the world. In times of crisis, we often seek comfort in familiar things. For me, that’s always been the Mythen. Not just in difficult times, but especially then, I go for a hike to the…

  • Rheinlicht Festival

    Rheinlicht Festival

    I have to say, I’m not usually a big fan of light festivals—not because I don’t enjoy looking at light art, but because these days, festivals are so commercialised and toned down that the kind of “art” I appreciate often has no space left. Everything has to be “immersive,” and animated walls seem to be the go-to… That’s why…

  • Country Club

    Country Club

    Sometimes you don’t see things because you’re too close to them—or even inside them. In this case, I mean the fact that we live in a place like a fishbowl here in Switzerland. Or, as a good friend of mine, Shannon F. from America, recently said when we talked about a fight some friends had over coming too…

  • Peter Gedichte

    Peter Gedichte

    A few weeks ago at a party, Sonia, a dear friend of mine (and my best woman), asked me to help her with a little project. She told me about these poems  her dad had written about a friend — his name is Peter. I kinda forgot about it, since it was a long, boozy night.…