As I sit here tweaking my website, I realize something: many of the improvements I make behind the scenes aren't immediately noticeable. Yet there's constantly something new happening! High time for a little update.
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Recently, during my evening wanderings through the TV landscape, I got stuck watching First Dates — a show that celebrates the magic of first impressions like no other. Amused, I observed how the protagonists, when asked about their first impressions, performed the same dance over and over like in a well-orchestrated ballet: Those eyes...
Recently at a photo shoot, a model asked me if I knew what Male Gaze meant. Of course I didn't know. I'm only a photographer with twenty years of experience. But apparently, in recent years, an entirely new language has developed to describe the world's injustices. So here's a little guide through the jungle of modern terminology.
Just another evening at the Crazy Horse? Not quite! There I am, sitting in the front row of the legendary Parisian cabaret, watching the dancers glide past me on a conveyor belt. Being a photographer, I naturally pay attention to details. And suddenly something catches my eye that makes me suspicious.
Recently, I was at a photo shoot with Alina when she told me a story so bizarre that it could only have come from the internet. You know, that place where people spend their days trying to redefine the boundaries of good taste.
Let me tell you about my recent digital tragicomedy. My website — my digital showcase, my virtual self — suddenly started behaving like a stubborn teenager. "HTTP/2 error server refused stream," it whispered to me. What a melodramatic exit for my images.
The book trade is currently experiencing a remarkable transformation. However, not for the better. While social media overflow with edited body images, artistic nude photography books are quietly disappearing from the shelves.
As we are dominated by filters and flawlessly retouched Instagram feeds, I find myself pondering a curious question: Why are we often more drawn to small imperfections, unexpected moments, and imperfect images? This theme has been following me for quite some time, making me wonder why I actually prefer imperfection.
Of course, social media connects us all in some way. A heart here, a comment there, sometimes even a longer message. But do you know that feeling? That quiet sense that something gets lost between all the clicks and likes? The real encounter, the direct conversation, the shared laughter over a story that you really can't tell digitally?
Last night, somewhere between dream and wake, I scribbled a thought for a blog post on a piece of paper: "The mountain doesn't wait for the climber." When I read what my drowsy brain had served up this morning, it made me smile. And it got me thinking about the transience in my profession.
In our fast-paced, digitalized world, boredom seems to be a relic from times past. Yet what we perceive as annoying could actually be the key to our creativity.
Taking a technically perfect photo is no great feat anymore. Modern camera technology makes it possible: sophisticated autofocus systems, precise exposure metering, and high-quality sensors ensure that almost every image is technically flawless. But worlds separate a technically correct photo from an image that touches people and tells stories.
As a photographer, I find myself confronted with a frustrating reality in today's world dominated by social media: the necessity to censor my art. This practice, allegedly intended to comply with platform guidelines, feels like a direct threat to my artistic freedom and integrity.
Once upon a time, when Rome was still great and mighty, a man named Valentine gave his life for love. He had secretly married couples. Though the story ended unhappily for him (he was beheaded), he at least was canonized and got his own holiday.
In the relentless stream of images flooding our screens, a quiet undercurrent is gaining momentum in the world of photography. It's a return to the essence of the craft, a gentle rebellion against the tyranny of the algorithm. At least, I hope so.
The new year is barely two weeks old, and my head is already buzzing with ideas. While others are still shaking off their winter sluggishness, I'm planning my first-ever book tour through Germany. Yes, you read that right — I'm going on tour. Well, "tour" might sound a bit grandiose for a photographer driving around with his photo book in the trunk. But that's exactly what I'm planning to do.
A year of transformation. As always, the end of the year brings my very personal review. A lot has happened in my life over the past months, and I'm looking forward to the new year with anticipation.
Women have long been told their bodies are sinful. Even today, women are raised not to show their pubic area under any circumstances. Vaginas are never seen in media except in pornography or medical situations. Isn't this puzzling in a society that claims to value freedom?
There were more women involved in this shoot than you would think. Anna recommended Lina as a model, Erika organized Cesira's garden for me and my wife ironed the white dress I had bought. I already knew Alina from our first shoot and knew that she is interested in art and lives and breathes photography.
Back in 2020 and 2022, I shared these winter drink recipes on my blog. Now that I'm running the blog in both English and German, I thought it would be perfect timing to revisit these recipes and share my little winter drink collection with all of you — whether you prefer your content in English or Deutsch.
Whenever I travel, I realize how important it is to get away from home. That sounds strange because when I'm at home, I don't really want to leave my familiar surroundings. I've set up a good infrastructure at home and can work very well. Our household is well organized, meals are planned, and I exercise five times a week.
The Bonanza bicycle featured a banana seat and was named in homage to the cool and rebellious style of chopper motorcycles. As a child, I had no idea about this. Consequently, the name Bonanza always puzzled me because there was this Bonanza Western TV series, and cowboys were supposed to ride horses, not bicycles.
There are moments in an artist's life when you wonder if the world has completely lost its mind. One such moment was recently bestowed upon me by YouTube's staff, who I suspect must lead quite an adventurous love life. How else could I explain their latest decision? They've banned a trailer for my new photo book from their platform. A trailer, mind you, that I had already censored so thoroughly that even the Vatican's art commission would have found nothing to object to.
The 90s were the best time after all. I have memories of techno nights in the club. There was this song called "The Realm". A woman moans phrases like "Something for your mind your body and your soul" and "Hot like the sun and wet like the rain" into the microphone.
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