Hamburg always feels like it’s moving, even when you’re standing still. The wind comes off the Elbe before you even see the water, and the whole harbor seems permanently mid-breath, somewhere between arriving and leaving.

I had a black latex catsuit on underneath, which honestly felt like the most sensible decision given the temperature. Raymond’s yellow hoodie went over the top of it, oversized and warm, paired with latex gloves and Ballet Heels on the cobblestones. Walking in Ballet Heels on uneven harbor ground is its own kind of performance; you commit fully or you don’t do it at all.

We wandered along the tourist pier, right in the shadow of the Elbphilharmonie. That building is almost unfairly dramatic from below, all curved glass catching cloud and sky at once. I swapped the Ballet Heels for pointe shoes there, left the gloves behind, and we did a few ballet shots on the dock. Salt air, a bit of wind, the occasional confused tourist in the background — ideal conditions, honestly.

The spontaneous video happened later, up at the viewpoint next to Hafenpolizeiwache No. 2. If that name rings a bell, it’s the station from the ZDF series Notruf Hafenkante, and yes, someone recognized it while we were there. The view from up there over the harbor is wide and a little cinematic on its own; adding Ballet Heels and a latex catsuit to the frame just made it more honest, I think.

Hamburg in spring is still cold enough to justify the hoodie. But some things are too good to cover up completely.