photography • faces • landscapes • stills
The film negatives I rediscovered a couple of days ago must have fallen into a bowl of salt and pepper- but I do love the pics anyway. Reminding me of a beautiful time with choreographer Anastasia Valsamaki and dancer Gavriela Antonopoulou in the Krama dance studio in Athens (May 2018), when they were developing and rehearsing their dance solo […]
I‘d hoped to experience some great sea food in the Village Fete of Ploemeur, but the whole place was smelling strong from Andouille, a local sausage, which consists of parts of animals I don’t even want to think about. It was was cooked and roasted all over the place. But then again: a spectacular light […]
From all the places we visited in Brittany I would say: Le Croisic is it. The essence of o place so heavily formed and influenced and determined by the sea. The coastline. The fields in front of the crushing waves. The heavy buildings with their grey rooftops. Smirking seagulls surfing air streams. Heavy shadows on […]
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 […]
Actually I wasn’t very confident to take a 35mm film camera with me to take some shots in an exhibition with paintings of Otto Dix, an artist I really like, because he managed to combine an analytical, sometimes very dark and sarcastic view on mankind with a breathtaking sensuality. Anyway, I took my Leica M6 […]
It’s April, time again for the Cologne Funfair. I didn’t want to bring my Rolleiflex with me, too many crowds, too much movement. I’m definitely not a Rolleiflex street shooter, just graveyards and forests with that camera: photographing objects, which can’t move too fast. But then again: I had several 120er films in my drawer […]
Cowled in their blankets against the cold and their breath smoking, shuffling through the black and silky drifts. They were crossing the broad coastal plain where the secular winds drove them in howling clouds of ash to find shelter where they could. (Cormac McCarthy, The Road). Depressing. The first word which came to my mind […]
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