street and travel photography
Ein riesiges Gelände ausserhalb von Thessaloniki. Die Deutschen haben hier einen Bunker und Geschütze im zweiten Weltkrieg angelegt, um den Golf kontrollieren zu können. Ich stolperte fast über die Schafwolle, die sich in einem Strauch verfangen hatte. Keine Ahnung, warum mich das an Ostern denken ließ.
Neun Monate Auszeit. Die Dauer einer Schwangerschaft. Ein kurzer Flug nur, und dann bin ich zeitlich und räumlich rausgefallen aus der Routine, um mir neue zu schaffen. Am ersten Morgen nach der Ankunft bei meiner Schwester gehe ich über das Grundstück, das zum Haus gehört, streichle einen der beiden jungen Schäferhunde, den mit dem hängenden […]
This time I wanted to bring just an analog camera with me. The small, beautiful and remarkably heavy Rollei 35 with a Tessar lens. Loaded with Kodak Portra 400 (pushed one stop). Every year I travel with a bunch of good friends to the Netherlands for a few days at the sea in winter time. […]
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 […]
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 […]
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, […]
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