photography
Place to Be
Place I am in at the very least. Also: place to discover, which has been an ongoing process since a couple of years. Mestre is Venice’s little sister, mostly overlooked because of the fame and impossible beauty of her older…
Category history
Home is where
An afternoon fading into midnight stroll through the city I was born in – and what luck to grow up surrounded by such beauty. Life is layered and opaque though, sometimes you can see best from a distance. The night…
2022
FUCK WAR
Cathedrals
This is the holidays – Marghera, Völklingen and Duisburg hunting industrial architecture sites and sunrays. September 2021.
A photograph of Napoleon Bonaparte
The thought plaguing me these days. Eighteen years, only eighteen more years, and we could have had a photograph of Napoleon Bonaparte. A daguerrotype, to be more precise. Daguerre presents his invention, up and running, in 1839. His research had…
They are Dead. Wrapped in Plastic.
Sibylle Bergemann and her reportage about the Marx-Engels-Forum in Berlin, GDR. How comes I am using the infamous TP incipit to write about Sibylle Bergemann and Berlin? The Berlin – David Lynch link is there, and for many, it has…