The Vienna Würstelstand Team
Some breed of freelance journalist/writer with a curiosity for travel. Held captive by that clawing, sticky, high-steeple, hot old lady, story-book thing Vienna’s got going for it. Australian. Has never bought a pair of socks in his life. Lost his virginity somewhere between Darwin, Australia and Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan when traveling overland from Australia to Vienna. Founder of Vienna Würstelstand.
Viennese from top to bottom. A true Landstraßerin. She puts pictures, letters, words and other knick-knacks into neat arrangements. Staring into a glowing box all day. When she’s done spilling her brain’s contents, you may find her with a glass of good vodka in hand. Dreaming of spring. Really good at sleeping … or showering. She can be loud, when reading. Or driven, when walking. Aspiring pirate. Pigeon lover. Papperlapapp. www.pigeonpower.at
Her and her camera may look small, but don’t let looks deceive you. They‘ve both been known to let off firecrackers. Meanwhile, they’re both sweet, sometimes savoury, naturally & artificially flavoured. Are both attracted to fashion that goes ‘POP!’ and inspires turning heads. She has photographs floating around in publications like Vogue, BBC, Die Presse, and Timeout New York. www.blondebundle.com
Part-time writer of wrongs. Loves a good pun and curly hair. Mysteriously starts speaking like a gangster when nervous. A Transylvanian with rather sharp teeth. Trained in the dark arts of marketing, and also specialised in innovation and trends. Obsessive soup slurper.
A free-spirited unicyclist. Married. Couple of kids. Doesn’t like them too much. Is a writer who writes novels on occasion…ya know, on the weekends. Has an extra nipple, but is still yet to find it. Wears Old Spice after shave and would like to get a piercing one day. Perhaps, on the 3rd nipple…when I find it.
Coming from the mystical lands of the suburbia of Colombia. May have been dropped on his head too many times as a baby. He is our beloved intern. Part time writer, full time cook, true 24/7 housewife.
Restless in summer and lazy in winter. Being an anthropologist, she lives and breathes for travelling to remote places. Loves listening in on peoples’ conversations and making up stories about strangers. Finds Vienna to be the perfect place for doing that. Has been spotted talking to pans. Extremely happy when presented with the perfect fried egg.
The resident Käsekrainer connoisseur. A night out on the town is not complete without one. Originally from the Netherlands, he’s grown to love Vienna since moving here early 2015. Loves hot summers, snowy winters in the mountains, and a good, bad joke.
A Brit’ conquering Vienna on a bike, one street at a time. Living vicariously through himself. Will go to any lengths to tell a good story. Doesn’t eat würstels, but was slapped in the face with one once. More of a Langos man at 4am, regardless of the consequences.
A country girl living the big city life. Strayed away from Vienna to live abroad but came back for the desserts. Prefers cake over Würstels. A dog-stalker and a (wannabe) swiss army knife.
Sassy but sweet, this wannabe gourmet has a truly Viennese soul. Eternally broke, she’s constantly on the hunt for second hand treasures. Knows the city like the back of her hand, but likes getting lost on purpose. Studies Design and Cultural Theory, so she and her sketchbook can often be found in Art museums. Also, she’s very creative with swear words on any given subject.
Freelancer by accident, moving around the vast fields of media and marketing with a passion for writing. Lost her heart in Africa and her soul in the Netherlands. Troubled when leaving a club earlier than 7am. Even more troubled when finding her way home then. www.lorraine-wenzel.com
Born and raised in slow-paced Carinthia, he had trouble finding his way in the big city at first. But, after spending an entire summer hunting for an apartment on his skateboard, he started to understand the beautiful and complex organism that is Vienna.