I know it mustÂ look bizarre to you, but this image shows us having a short walk after eatingÂ too much food (i refer to my entry from yesterday…). we are on 850 m aboveÂ sea height close from my parents house, it’s 16h30 in the afternoon and it has 7,5Â degrees minus. Louise is sleeping in the buggy, doesn’t mind anything anymore,Â after all this christmas excitement.Â Rosa mosa isÂ looking back to this year with less melancholy than this photo might give theÂ impression: rosa mosa has grown once more despite the (too) much talked aboutÂ economical crysis (THANK YOU FOR BELIEVING IN ROSA MOSA- YOU WONDERFUL PEOPLEÂ AND BUYERS WORLDWIDE); rosa mosa has new staff in it’s team being extremelyÂ enthusiastic and helpful, rosa mosa has a new web-face, a new catalogue, etc.; We are now walkingÂ into 2009 quite confident and directional, knowing we are on the right path. ForÂ april we are planning a show in tokyo- how exciting!
mhmm- look atÂ what we were eating for christmas: noodles in home-made beef soup with steamedÂ carrots and loads of chives. Not to forget fresh graded nutmeg of course (soÂ sorry you can’t see it, it’s a powder). The sausages, which are calledÂ ‘ungebrüht’, are bought ‘unboilt’, meaning they are filled fresh into the tubesÂ without any further treatment. They are as pure as a sausage can be. When lookingÂ at them in a raw state, they look a bit revolutionary, i agree…not to forgetÂ about our beautiful desert: ‘brandteigkrapfen’, ping-pong ball sized andÂ deepfried austrian doughnuts filled withÂ sweet cream, decorated with sugaredÂ strawberries and warm dark chocolate. It’s quiteÂ strange to imagine that the population of a whole county (in this case salzburgÂ county) is eating the same food- no variaton! Würstelsuppe in neverendingÂ christmas-food-fashion!
why he has a towel instead of the big bag with omiyage?anyway, we are off to salzburg’s mountains today, making sure to do what the major percentage of this world’s population (at least on our hemisphere) will do during the following days: eating until the bitter end. each region has a particular meal to be served on dec 24th. and in salzburg county it’s ‘würstelsuppe’. i will get back to you with a precise report very shortly!—–
Quite a commonÂ thing to see here the last days before the 24th: christmas-trees markets areÂ spread all over the city, causing absurd sites of artificial (but real tree)Â forest in an urban ambience like vienna’s 5th district, rosa mosa’s base. WhenÂ walking back to our studio after eating delicious falafel at naschmarkt, weÂ passed a car, loaded with a christmas tree on top of the roof, professionallyÂ fixed, mummy like in shape. Around the corner a couple, carrying a treeÂ together, to heavy for one person to manage all this weight. Isn’t it absurd?Â 70% of austria’s surface is forest, each year around 1 million trees are cutÂ for the only purpuse of being decorated in austrian livingrooms. ObviouslyÂ there is christmas-tree plantations to resupply this massive demand every year. austria even imports trees from our european neighbours, since they might be a littleÂ cheaper. It’s really embarassing! The trend is now to go for a living tree withÂ roots. With an average age of over 70 years i wonder what the average vienneseÂ inhabitant (having no garden, rarely a balcony) is supposed to do with allÂ these trees (there would be around 50 trees in total during a lifetime then).Â For instance, we could export them to our neighbouring countries, so in aboutÂ 100 years they can resell them to us and we start the entire circle right fromÂ the beginning. I guess that isÂ what we call free-market economy…
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Louise, yuji andÂ i were invited for advent (the 4weeks before christmas) brunch last sunday at aÂ friends apartment: she is a textile artist, he is a programmer. He is alwaysÂ surprising us by serving the most amazing meals with the best selection ofÂ austrian wines (surely he knows every ‘heuriger’ (local viennese vinyard) in and aroundÂ vienna). This time there were a lot of little cold dishes as well as maturedÂ prosciutto and salami from different regions of italy and hungary, deliciousÂ local goat cheese, a special rye bred and scrambled eggs with fresh gradedÂ truffles (my insensitive tongue thought to be tasting garlic at first, notÂ being used to eat high class…). later we had what you see on this photo: toÂ the left homemade christmas cookies (kekse), suprisingly not sweet but withÂ cheese crust and very light and tasty. To the right the famous kletzenbrot,Â which reminds me on my childhood. Kletzenbrot was baked by my grandmother onlyÂ during advent time. It was dark and so hard i almost couldn’t bite it (but itÂ became softer after keeping it for a few days in a closed container). It is doneÂ with so called kletzen (dried bears), nuts, raisins, sometimes figs. I guess inÂ former times it was replacing the popular pre-christmas pralines in householdsÂ where safing money was an issue. Kletzenbrot’s taste is mild and sweet. ItÂ tastes simply divine with a thin layer of yoghurt-butter spread on top, at the side aÂ glass of grüner veltliner (actually i don’t knowÂ why i had coffee this time ?)
on my way to theÂ rosa mosa studio by bicycle everyday i am passing this council flat building.Â During the last couple of days this balcony has gone through a wildÂ trasnformation as you can see. Rendeer, santa, snow man, all are living there.Â No space anymore on this balcony for giving air to smelly coats that stillÂ stink from last night’s bar visit, for temporarily cooling beef stews and forÂ the guest’s ashtrays. It has been occupied for another 2 weeks at least by thisÂ strange crowd, that’s even glowing in the darkness. Why do someÂ people develop a christmas fetish whilst others are going forÂ red high heels? WhatÂ kind of genetical information is responsible for excrescences of such a kind? PossiblyÂ an additional X-mas chromosome …
the child is withÂ the grandparents and it’s time to party for rosa mosa. after enjoying aÂ delicious meal at ‘flein’ in the 9th district, we had a few drinks at ‘die roteÂ bar’. as you can see this bar is particularly beautifully done in old viennaÂ style (not fake, yes, it’s original !!!) ! It belongs to one of vienna’s mostÂ important theatres, the ‘volkstheater’ on ringstrasse (ring road), and it opens every dayÂ when the stage-performances are finished (otherwise too noicy of course).Â Everything glooms in red light: the walls, the bar itself, the chandellier, people’sÂ faces. also our cheeks after enjoying one or the order glass of ‘zweigelt’Â (delicious austrian type of red wine). Theatre audience is mixing with theÂ regular vienna crowd you meet in bars.Once you areÂ caught by the athmosphere, this ‘don’t think about tomorrow feeling’ comes upÂ automatically if you know what i mean…It’s aÂ seductively dangerous spot- and we are loving it! p.s: and here you find also a proper chandellier of course !
one of our rareÂ visits to mac donalds, desperately looking for a toilet (yuji of course). i hadÂ an espresso meanwhile and i was wondering why for heavens ache a) this placeÂ needs this postmodern design, even though it’s just one branch in a long longÂ chain and also postmodernity is so pastpastpast and furthermore why b)Â lampshades are housed by acrylic glass cylinders. it must bet he obsession ofÂ ronald mc donald to press everything into the shape of a burger: round and flatÂ and compact. … we are notÂ loving it !
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a bank holiday here in austria- a long weekend. we have crossed the border for 2 days to get in the right mood. the last shoes for upcoming autumn/winter have to be done urgently…
and yes, it was exotic, fresh, exciting, and bloody cold. we went to the very south, totally off any tourist’s track, and look what we have found: an incredible local fleemarket with people like this madame you see on the photo promoting her things to sell: traditional bandanas, belts, fabrics, jewellery; there was a roll of antique kashmere fabric in pink with dark red and green roses i really liked. i think i can say that i am normally quite a blessed bargainer, but this lady was incredibly tough! she went down with the price only a little at the very end. i needed to get it anyway, otherwise no photo for you! look at her outfit! back home i have researched a little and found some images of ladies in the same costume from 1922- 100% time sleep!
p.s.: what i have also never ever seen at a european market before: two ladies selling living chicken !!
Und 1 und 2 und 3Â und 4 – dann steht das christkind vor der tür…Â (and 1 and 2 andÂ 3 and 4 – then the christkind waits in front of the door)you must know theÂ following: in austria not the santa claus or similar leaves presents fort heÂ kids, the christkind does. Imagine it an angel like creature, genderless,Â barefoot.Wings and whiteÂ curly hair of course. It flies through the window (yes, it does stunts, too)Â and delivers the tree and the presents secretly. Childen are usually waitingÂ fort he whole day (december 24) in front of theÂ locked door, to get a littleÂ glimpse of this creature- very frustrating because always without success.So being in thisÂ mood and passing these four doors of temptation i of course wonder what exactlyÂ is hidden behind. It won’t be an angel, that’s for sure
no chance to escape the crazyness of christmas for this winter. We will face the pressure of shopping bravely. We will we will we will.Â i have to start i have to start. I can’t leave it to the last day, i can’t.Â me and louise have packed the first present today. and that’s what our wrapping design looks like this season. She was selecting different pieces of paper and carton from the paper-rubbish box, and i was quickly patching and taping them before she changed her mind. As is slow fashion, also slow packaging is very trendy now, you know?Â p.s.: i don’t need to tell you that the content of the present is top secret. who knows whether the future owner is reading the blog. In this case the whole one hour wrapping job would have been for the wind.