street and travel photography
It’s strange, although my mother’s family is originated in the highlands near Cologne, I didn’t visit this region for a long time. Then, a few weeks ago, a friend invited me to stay at his place. And on a foggy day, we went for a walk. The landscape immediately fascinated me. And it wasn’t because […]
I just don’t know, why I have to think about Egon Schiele every time, Vienna passes my mind? Maybe because on my first visit, there was an exhibition in the Leopold Museum and a huge poster with one of his skinny and intensely staring creatures stayed in my brain. Nonetheless, after my visit in Budapest, […]
Budapest. November 2017. The first day it was raining, the second day the sun broke through the clouds. People with sinister faces. Workers, waiters, pedestrians. Not a lot of talk in between. The whole atmosphere so unlike the first time I had visited the Hungarian capital in the early 90’s. Back then, you could sense […]
Yesterday was the 11th of November. The beginning of the carnival session. This year on a Saturday. Myriads of visitors had been announced, and when I left home I saw them: thousands of mostly young people, some of them in gorgeous colorful costumes, a lot of them already drunk. I took quite a long walk […]
I am biased: we have a small house (more a hut than a house) in Samothraki. So this anti-thesis of an cycladic island in the northern aegean always will have a special place in my heart. This year, we nearly got killed in a rockfall. Sometimes one has to work out love – or at […]
I visited the island of Syros in the 80’s. Sometime in March. Grey sky, scratched sea. We took the first accommodation they’ve offered us. A souterrain room, a cold and clamp wind whistled by the only window which faced the dooryard. The weathered charme of the proud, once rich port city Hermoupolis, still the capital […]
Now, when the autumn storms across the country, is the right moment to remember last summer. Three islands in the Aegean. The first one: Kea. The incarnation of a cycladic island. A village which runs majestically the full length of a hill. The glistening of the sea in the afternoon sun. A widow in black, […]
From a Cologne point of view the city of Düsseldorf, just 50 km away, is almost another world. Young, nouveau riche, not really Rhineland but more Westfalen. Not lighthearted, but ambitious. Dynamic – in an efficient yet unsympathetic way. The City’s trademark: The Königsallee. One has to visit this famous shopping mile on a weekday’s […]
I still struggle with the square-format of my Rolleiflex camera. As much as I like the fact, that it slows down my photography and forces me to compose the picture with more care, as much as I like this beautiful gigantic viewfinder, which transforms an ordinary object into a piece of art, it’s a painful […]
Xanthi, located in the north-eastern part of Greece called Thrace, not far away from the greek-turkish border, isn’t exactly what’s called a megalopolis. What makes it quite special is the comparatively high share of students – and a strong muslim minority, some with turkish roots. Others are pomaks, slavic or thracian muslims living in Serbia, […]
