[dt_gap height=”10″ /]When P&G asked me to go to Berlin for two nights for a Future Fabrics event showcasing Giles Deacon’s Washable Collection, my obvious reply was, “here’s my passport number”. I’ve wanted to go to the much hyped Berlin for a while and was really interested in the whole ‘multi-sensory’ aspect of the event and of course hearing the amazing Mary Katranzou speak. 48 hours in Berlin, learning something new in a new city…yes please.[dt_gap height=”10″ /]
[dt_gap height=”10″ /]I had some free time after being dropped off at the hotel, so I set off to explore Berlin…full tourist mode, I’m okay with that. I got the concierge to circle some places of interest on a map and then took a picture of it so I could use my phone to navigate without using data roaming, clever right? I didn’t realise how tricky simple things like buying a metro ticket or figuring out which direction to take the train in would be when all the signs are in a completely foreign (literally) language. I can understand a good bit of Spanish and most other places I go have signs in English too, so it’s safe to say I got lost a couple of times but I suppose you can’t really get lost if you don’t have a particular destination. I wandered around the streets stopping at the Christmas markets, flower stalls and coffee shops before finding Monki, And Other Stories and Cos. Swoon.[dt_gap height=”10″ /]
[dt_gap height=”10″ /]Shopping is hungry (and thirsty) work, so I stopped at a cafe that was largely filled with young, hipster English and American ex-pats. The perfect place for eavesdropping and daytime wine (rosé).[dt_gap height=”10″ /]
[dt_gap height=”10″ /]Walking for a solid 7ish hours before a night out in heels probably wasn’t my wisest of ideas, so I compromised with new comfy Monki pants instead of dressing up, before heading down to the hotel bar for some socialising.[dt_gap height=”10″ /]
[dt_gap height=”10″ /]After a bit of mingling and getting to know the rest of the group (which we aptly named Team GB & Ireland) we set off for dinner to Michelin starred Vau restaurant. When you order a cheese plate at Vau, they don’t decide what tiny slivers of fancy cheeses to give you…they roll the CHEESE WAGON up to your table where hunks of stinky, gooey, melt-in-the-mouth fromage is cut right in front of your eyes.[dt_gap height=”10″ /]
[dt_gap height=”10″ /]When we nearly got a waiter fired for persuading him to open a bottle of Champagne to give us for freesies after winning a bet, we decided it was time to head back to the hotel to finish off the night with caffeine and more alcohol, sure.[dt_gap height=”10″ /]
[dt_gap height=”10″ /]A pretty jam packed first day in Berlin, but very excited for the real event on day two….so come back for part 2 of this post and get ready to fall back in love with your wardrobe.