Archiv für April 2010


a couple months ago I came across this really great project from Michael David Murphy in which he attempts to record those photographs he didn‘t manage to take, or were even impossible to take.

On my train ride to Braunschweig yesterday I had my camera with me, but it just wasn‘t possible to capture the following scene, so I didn‘t even try. So this is me paying tribute to this „unphoto“ and to Michael’s site (

This is a photograph I did not take of a reflection in a train window of me and the strangers (themselves colleagues) with me in our cabin; I am reflected just once, he twice, and she thrice…the lights of the tunnel through which we are passing streak by in the background.


After almost 7 years in Germany, I finally made it to Berlin two weeks ago…and was quickly overwhelmed.
Berlin seemed one giant contradiction in and of itself: abandonment, renovation, old, new, dirty, sparkling, frightening, exciting, love, hate, lust, repulsion… My head spun and my emotions whirled out of control during my relatively short stay. I felt myself pulled in by the enormity of the city and at the same time caged in by my feeling of insignificance among such massive swarms of people. I wish that I had paid a little more attention to the contradictions of the city and a little less attention to the rollercoaster of emotions rushing through my head, so that I could better capture both, but hindsight is always 20/20…
What I did manage to somehow capture I present to you here:

March 26, 2010: Two Self-Portraits in an Abandoned Factory in Berlin-Adlershof
Ripped and shredded

untitled self portrait

March 29, 2010: Back in the Factory with Pippi

March 30, 2010: Graffiti and Absurdity on the Streets of Berlin
Little Charlie Chap

Armed Chimera

die eingesperrte Liebe

And remember „love is the answer,“ but caged love?!?


The Kalaischreidoscope of My Mind…

kaleidoscope: from ancient Greek kalos meaning beautiful, eidos meaning shape, and skopeo meaning to look at, contemplate, inquire. Through a kaleidoscope we gain a uniquely beautiful, though obscurred, view of the world. However, the world isn‘t all beauty, and certainly not the world which I perceive through my eyes. Rather, it is often ugly and shameful.* This, therefore, will become the kalaischreidoscope of my mind. A tool through which to view what I perceive to be the beautiful, the grotesque, and maybe even the beautifully grotesque of this world.

*aischros: ugly, shameful