photography • faces • landscapes • stills
When we left the plane in Thessaloniki a couple of weeks ago we had to make a COVID 19 test. Luckily the result was negative, so we left for the Greek island of Samothraki 10 days later after staying at my sisters house. In my baggage: a Leica M6 with a 50mm Summarit 2.4 lens, […]
Sunday noon. We were alone in Kolumba (Cologne) one of the most beautiful museums, created by the famous Swiss architect Peter Zumthor. I brought my Leica M2 with me, together with a Summicron 35mm lens: Inside the camera: a rather cheap roll of Agfa APX 100. Sometimes I wonder, why still bother shooting film? But […]
Als die Warnungen vor dem Virus amtlich wurden, tat ich dasselbe wie fast jeder andere auch. In der Nachbarschaft spazieren. Die eigene Wohnung in Augenschein nehmen. Beides wie geschaffen dafür, meine alte Nikon Filmkamera aus der Tasche zu nehmen, um endlich die Filme zu verbrauchen, die seit langem schon Kühlschrank lagern. Und einen Versuch zu […]
When I looked out of my hotel window, sometimes I saw the tram. I also heard it quite often, lying awake in my bed at night, the Krymska street in front of the hotel silent except the occasional pleasant sound of the tram. I travelled a lot with the tram, it’s cheap and you get […]
The last few days in Prague. At first the museums and theatres closed. Then the cafes and restaurants. The railways transported fewer and fewer people who preferred to stay at home. Certainly also because it is no fun to go outside when you hear the sirens of ambulances or police cars more and more often. […]
It’s raining a lot on my first day in Prague. Pale light. People are passing by with washed out faces. As if all the warm colours are hiding behind the shop windows, where the real life retreats.
Blue seemed to me the color of Turin. Elegant and cold. Not the color of romanticism. And certainly not the color of longing for a spiritual immaterial world, which often is associated with the color ‚blue‘. When you put all colors in one elegant crystal vessel and stir them with a with a shiny mixing […]
Turin. The first evening it was raining. Almost no one on the streets. The restaurants empty as a Calvinist hell. Pretty much the antithesis of any imagined Italian city. The next morning I looked through the hotel window and the sky seemed promising enough to go out for a long walk.Trying to find the elegance […]
Bologna hat einige Beinamen, von denen der augenfälligste sicher ‚Die Rote‘ ist: Bologna – La Rossa. Rot wie das Blut, das aus unseren Gesichtern wich, als Esther und ich in einem Cafe saßen und sie nach unten griff, um ihre Tasche, die sie unter den Stuhl gelegt hatte, an sich zu ziehen. Aber da war […]
In Köln, meiner Geburtsstadt, gibt es den von einer Event-Agentur oder Karnevalsband ausgebrüteten Spruch: ‚Kölle es e Jeföhl‘. Gefühl ist schon mal gut. So gut sogar, dass es gleich zu sein scheint, was für ein Gefühl das ist, dieses Köln. Es könnte ja auch so eins sein, das einen angreift, wenn man morgens nach einer […]
