When I was 16 I launched my first magazine, which was actually kind of a weird fanzine, something between an ironic version of a student magazine and one of these supercool fucked up fanzines. „Rhythmus hinter Gittern“ was the title, which my friend and me thought it was so cool, because it was the funny german translation of „Jailhouse Rock“, the movie with Elvis Presley. (At this time we were really mad about Elvis!) Anyway, the fanzine was fun and while our classmates were listening to New Kids on the Block we were sitting day and night in front of our typewriters, discussing whether we should do a piece about The Teens – a long forgotten german school band phenomenon from the late seventies – or if we could get an interview with the Spider Murphy Gang or the fabulous Huah! from Hamburg. We wrote strange stories and poems and also the layout was not bad. So after all Rhythmus hinter Gittern made me desirous of becoming a journalist.

Today I am actually a journalist. After studying literature and working for several magazines I discovered my passion for the spoken word. I decided to learn the journalistic trade from scratch. One and a half year I went through an editorial traineeship at the Bayerischer Rundfunk (public broadcast ) in Munich where I visited several radio and tv courses and where I had the opportunity to work for different editorial departments. To be honest, without my ally Joana ( they called us the terror sisters! ) it would have been even more unbearable as it was already. It was all about rules and what is allowed or not, who did the best reportage, who will get the best job blablabla. After finishing my traineeship I worked one and a half year as a freelancer for the Bayerischer Rundfunk and also for Arte (Tracks) focusing on cultural and social topics in general. Then I got tired, tired of always tilting at windmills in such a hierarchically structured institution as the BR unfortunately is.

So in december 2006 I decided to move to Basel where my boyfriend Lorenz (who I met at Bayerischer Rundfunk) already lived. Since then I am working as an executive editor for a design magazine called form, which is part of the design and architecture publishing house Birkhäuser. I am writing about the design processes of chairs, skateboards or even fonts. I am concerned about Max Bill, Konstantin Grcic or the Bouroullec brothers. It is not bad but more and more often I remember Rhythmus hinter Gittern and the reason why I wanted to get into journalism. What is left over of my juvenile enthusiasm regarding journalism caring about people, people behind any kind of products or ideas? I might be sort of disenchanted but I am not resigned and i am sure my enthusiasm has just been sleeping for a while until the Digris project revived it. And here I am again, the buzzing bee, believing that beauty lies in the experiment.