The cat’s out of the bag: Fuchs & Hase have crossed paths in Innsbruck one night and…
The year is coming to an end and the most contemplative time begins. The smell of cinnamon…
Es werd scho glei dumper, es werd scho glei Nocht, sings an old Tyrolean winter song. And…
The most beautiful time of the year? Quite clearly: vacation! Whether it’s spring, summer, fall or winter,…
Anton Prock collects stories. As an art historian, that’s hardly surprising. But the fact that he can…
When a conspicuously large number of people, especially young people, stroll through Innsbruck’s old town in traditional…
Perhaps this is one of the most important posts I’ve written to date. At least the one…
Book and graphic The antiquarian Peter Adelsberger has published a catalog in which nothing less than…
