paul snowden

KIMCHI PRINCESS

paul snowden
KIMCHI PRINCESS
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KIMCHI PRINCESS

once upon a time, i took a year off from partying. but i inserted a party february into that stretch of sobriety to celebrate my birthday, one whole month long. after a rager of said birthday night, i ended up in my armani, in a club, talking to a girl behind the bar. i knew her from my REDESIGN DEUTSCHLAND days. every morning, she walked by, ignoring me while i smoked my gitanes outside the office.

this girl behind the bar told me she wanted to open up a restaurant. so i gave her my card and told her if she ever needs a logo she should call. and that she did. 3 months later, on a tuesday morning at ten thirty. she told me her name, asked me if i remember who she was, and i said yes. i may or may not of lied.

she asked around if i was cool enough to help her out and back then i probably was, so we met up. cool enough to work on the new ci. so while doing that, over the laptop, i stole a kiss. very badly. but hey.

at this time in life, was in an insane fitness mode and i worked out in a kreuzberg back yard factory place called “hardcore”. the claim was “shit up and train” and that i did. ripped as fuck, my life consisted of pumping, running and eating right. i was looking good, but the downside was that we could only date on my cheat days. somehow that worked out too. hot body. hot damn. i got the girl.

that girl went on to open the korean restaurant kimchi princess in kreuzberg and later become my wife. her restaurant was successful from day one. fucking busy every fucking day. i admire that some is so driven to do that and then deal with all that shit. but i admire even more that someone has the death wish to be so nice to so many people every fucking day. having a guest come and leave happy plays upon so many many many random factors outside of your control, that is almost impossible to win, yet alone to make them happy, time and time again. mind fucking blowing. my worst fucking nightmare. it sadly didn’t inspire me enough to change my ways.

young-mi and i worked together on many levels for many years as she opened more places. to this person, i was graphic designer, husband, had my own thing and then i was a father, something i so long could never imagine. we have been blessed with a beautiful, happy and healthy girl. a pisces, born one tuesday morning at ten thirty.

alas, all comes to an end. and so did our marriage. and the work together. our kid is amazing. secretly, i love my job, but my daughter, she is the true love of my life.