Sometimes you just have to do something crazy. So there I was, standing in this little stationery shop, one of those special places that looks like it's from another era. Japanese envelopes everywhere, handmade papers, binding threads in every conceivable color. A paradise for anyone who loves tactile experiences.
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Recently at a shoot, I had to smile again. "Can my boyfriend be there?" the model asked me on the phone. Of course he can, but I already knew what would happen. After twenty minutes, she would be more focused on reading his reactions than following my directions.
While we're still arguing about the latest AI image generators, Google has pulled its "Nano Banana" out of the hat. And I have to admit: this thing caught me completely off guard.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm the last of the Mohicans. I've been producing my nude calendar every year since 2009, while all around me the moral fingers point ever higher. A photographic relic from a time when one could still celebrate the beauty of the naked body without worry. Am I a dinosaur? Perhaps. But one that refuses to go extinct.
Recently at the airport. I'm standing in line for security and watching a man in front of me desperately trying to repack his suitcase. "The power bank must go in the carry-on," says the security officer with the sternness of an elementary school teacher explaining for the fifth time that two plus two equals four.
You know how it is: by the end of November, Frankfurt is down for the count. Gray skies, the first slushy snow, and just thinking about the heating bill puts you in a foul mood. While others retreat into seasonal depression and mulled wine, I pack my camera gear and disappear to the Canary Islands. From November 27th to December 12th, I transform northern Fuerteventura into my personal outdoor studio.
Ah, the Grande Nation and its loving relationship with the English language! There you are, a German photographer in 2025, standing on a picturesque beach in Fuerteventura. You've nurtured your school English for years, can distinguish between aperture and shutter speed and look forward to international communication — and then she strolls up, the French beauty, looking at you as if you'd just suggested serving camembert with pineapple.
There are these moments in art history that make us blush today. Not because we've become prudish — quite the contrary. We blush because we feel caught in the act. As if our ancestors had caught us peeping through a keyhole.
How a bit of paper creates more creative freedom and why it has nothing to do with being a control freak. Find a small helper for your own productions in this article.
Do you know that feeling? You're editing a video of a refreshing interview and suddenly realize: Oops, 10 minutes of talking head. The viewer will fall asleep! Welcome to the wonderful world of B-Roll, or as I call it: The cinematic sauce that makes every interview truly delicious.
You might not know the feeling: You spend years perfecting your artistic vision, meticulously crafting your visual language, and then some algorithm comes along and labels your website as pornographic. Welcome to my world.
Travel has always been something we long for. In Schwetzingen Castle, there's a special building. A long, dark corridor that leads to what looks like "the end of the world". As a child, I loved this installation. There was something tempting about it, something that pulled me towards faraway places. Away from the limits of daily life, towards new horizons.
The other day, I looked in the mirror and was terribly startled. Not because I looked particularly bad — no, because I looked completely normal. No flawless porcelain-like skin. No eyes gleaming like hand-polished marbles. And, God forbid, even a few wrinkles that testified to the fact that I had laughed once or twice in my life.
We've all been there: A photo shoot is coming up, and you need to quickly print some inspiring reference images. Not as rigid templates to copy — that would be boring — but as visual cues. A small mood board, if you will, to help break through creative blocks when ideas run dry.
We photographers are all somewhat vain, aren't we? Actually, I think people in general long for recognition. For being seen. And so I'm always delighted when there's a publication of mine in a magazine or my images appear somewhere else.
As a photographer, you experience all sorts of things in front of the lens. But the latest posing trend is pushing even experienced professionals to their limits. A story about stretched necks, dominant chins, and the eternal search for the perfect shot.
This morning I was staring at my Eizo ColorEdge screen, wrestling with color calibration. You might know this: You look at the same photo in different programs and suddenly it looks different everywhere. My lab prints in sRGB, so it shouldn't really be rocket science to set things up, I figured.
Last Monday, I found myself once again at my computer, engaged in an epic battle with Adobe's artificial intelligence. You probably know the drill: you just want to quickly edit a photo for your blog, but the AI has decided to play moral guardian for the day.
You barely open your phone in the morning before you're hit with the usual headlines. "AI revolutionizes photography," "Photographers on the brink," "Artificial intelligence makes humans obsolete." Oh, right. Here we go again.
As a nude photographer, I know censorship all too well. Not from totalitarian states or distant regimes — no, I'm talking about censorship right here in the supposedly free Western world. The same West that's supposedly the land of unlimited possibilities.
There is this magical moment between Paris and Frankfurt on the TGV, when the Champagne region passes by like an impressionist painting. 320 kilometers per hour of pure inspiration. While other passengers watch Netflix or stare into their laptops, tomorrow's images form in my mind. Not technical details or simple poses. It's something different.
A garage sale? Well, not exactly. "Lingerie closet sale" sounds a bit odd too. But I had to call it something, this thing that's been going on these past few days…
In the photography scene, they're more common than velvet boxes at wedding photographers: self-proclaimed masters who consider their work priceless — but prefer to pay with "exposure" rather than euros.
So I was standing with my camera in the allotment garden again. The model was sitting on this white plastic chair, you know the one, the one that's everywhere. While looking through the viewfinder, I had one of those realizations that make you pause for a moment: This chair is following me. It's always there. On every balcony in Mallorca, in every small garden plot in Munich-Moosach, even in cafés in Marseille.
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