Clubs are dying, party dresses are dusty…
Meet me in the toilets.
At least there might be hope for the Reeperbahn. Three Hamburgers are eager to save their vivid Kiez by successfully selling prints of the city’s finest toilet art…
I am a Berliner (and proudly so), but even I have my sweet memories of clouded nights at the eponymous Hamburger Reeperbahn. It is the one place in Hamburg’s city center that cannot be described as beautiful, by any stretch of the imagination. It is noisy, dirty, sweaty, and at times, it’s grossly unsettling. Weird people meet drunk people. Rock music from one bar clashes with pop music from the one next door. The smell of Kebab melts with the one from McDonald’s, girls in short skirts and tiny tops date guys with baggy jeans and huge sweaters. In short: It is a magical place. Or shall I say it WAS a magical place?