Playtime in a very small town in New Zealand with no one on the streets but me.
Darling
I know Valentine's Day is approaching and some of you will be desperate...just to make sure: you'll need the NZ country code to make the call.And for my part: it's 10:30 pm and I just ate half a bag of jumbo peanut-doodles - I guess that means I'm in a happy long term relationship.
Late Night Hike
As blessed as I felt about enjoying summer temperatures in New Zealand just a couple of days ago, as much am I sad about missing out on the New York snow storm. You cannot have it all, I guess.
The Teleporter
I’ve always found it hard to find interesting subjects or compositions in German cities. To me personally America is still one of the places most inviting to dive into photography. All those fruits and problems of unleashed capitalism and individualism make it tempting for a German small-town guy to explore and get lost. The US offers a good balance between ‘easy’ and ‘interesting’: the culture is western and familiar while most things are a little off in German eyes - which seems to cause a constant tickle in those brain regions that process little weirdnesses.Anyway, back to Germany. Unless this is exactly what you are trying to capture, Germany is too tamed and regulated to show an interesting surface to the brain-tickle-spoiled random walking camera man.It must be the fact that everything is so extremely in order and taken care of. When roaming German streets it becomes visually evident that efficiency, practicality and conformity rules the German mind. That’s all fine, but how do you take stills that tell interesting stories or set a certain mood in such streets?One way could be to deliberately misinterpret the things you see and turn them into something mysterious. Maybe I will try this more often. Is this artistic or a survival strategy? Is it a Burning Man withdrawal symptom, or is spending your evening with a phone booth the next step to insanity? Whatever it is, it can be fun. Fun as long as you manage to deal with the lurking German eyes behind the window curtains that keep hiding every time you look up.
Sausalito Market
In case you're wondering why there's no black epson ink left in store: it's all here in my drawer now.
In-n-Out
"Almost three weeks without a post." Usually you find posts that start like that on blogs that are a few months old and close to be abandoned because the author lost interest. At least that's how I'm remembering it from the golden age of "web logs". Kids, that was before social media killed personal websites. Now, this blog is almost ten years old (check the archive, it's still all here) and won't die just like that. In fact, the opposite is the case. Once you scroll past the photo below, you will find out why...
The birth of GALERIE NEO NOIR
See this determined look? I was about half way through at that point. And last Thursday I opened my own gallery "NEO NOIR" in Kiel, Germany. Below are a couple pics Steffi and our amazing friend Anne took during the opening night. The girls were a huge help setting this all up and at this first night we had more beautiful people come and hang with us than I could possibly ask for. Now that this space has been created, more and more ideas for projects and exhibitions are arising. I'm happy to keep you posted about this journey. However, if you have a big interest in all the developments I recommend liking the gallery's page on facebook. Oh, and of course the gallery has its own website: galerie-neonoir.de
