Repost: One Portrait a Day


Funf Sechs Alte Hex
When I announced that I was moving to Berlin a while back my (techno) friends were a bit skeptical if I would enjoy the city musically. “Berlin is a techno city and you are a rocker, Jørn”, they told me. I don’t mind a bit of techno music but I don’t really get the thing about going clubbing in the morning after the 30th consecutive hour without rest. Luckily we’re not all the same and that is what makes things interesting for us photographers. Berghain  in Berlin is a bit like the Mecca for clubbers: people come from far away, dance/pray, can’t take photos inside, high on something artificial and you leave disillusioned. Tony (right) and Feli are from Spain and they came out of the club around 11 this morning.
First blogged January 31 2010

Funf Sechs Alte Hex


The insects are leaving
It was raining and the streets were slushy this evening, but it was definitely worth popping out for a photo. Inox (standing), a Berliner, and Chrisi visiting from Hamburg have a musical duo project together called Punckstørn, and were rehearsing in this shop window part of a space that until recently was an art gallery, shop, club and insect museum, run by Inox himself. Sadly this is the last time Inox will be performing here, as he has been forced to leave due to rent increase. Check it out for your self at Inox Kapell. 
First blogged January 29 2010

The insects are leaving


Picture postcards
To me photography becomes interesting when there is a certain distance of time from when they are taken to when they are viewed. It’s like a good wine or cheese; it matures over the years. Today I discovered a set of some fantastic postcards in Elaine’s little book shop on Körtestrasse around the corner from where I live. They were photos of all the streets and street corners in my neighbourhood; shot way before too many bombs tragically were dropped on the buildings during the war. The streets were open, hardly any vehicles, no signs telling you what to do or not to do and beautiful old buildings (well, pretty new back then) which created a sophisticated portrait of a modern city ready for the 20th Century. 36 postcards that I can stare at forever!
First blogged January 28 2010

Picture postcards


Ice ice baby
I lived in London for 11 years before I came to Berlin and I am very intrigued by the British people’s relationship to what they call cold weather and snow. First of all they don’t know what warm clothing is, second the whole country comes to a standstill with a couple of inches of snow on the ground and thirdly the media thinks that a small snowfall is something that should take over all the headlines. I just don’t get it. Here in Berlin, however, they seem to cope very well. The Landwehr Canal has frozen over and is now the new park. Gabi below is out on her first ice-skating session this year, but she thought it was tricky to keep the balance due to the un-even surface.
First blogged January 26 2010

Ice ice baby


It’s not the size that matters
Musashi  on Kottbusser Damm is a tiny Sushi joint, but offers great flavours. I interrupted Anna (left) and Marieke (right) in the midst of their dinner this freezing evening because I thought it looked so nice from the outside where they were sitting, chatting and enjoying the food. Here is a piece of Chinese chopstick etiquette for you: Chopsticks should not be left vertically stuck into a bowl of rice because it resembles the ritual of incense-burning that symbolizes “feeding” the dead and death in general. 
First blooged January 25 2010

It’s not the size that matters


Helmut the photographer
I cycled past this guy who was photographing a bus shelter on Gneiseaustrasse today. I took his portrait. In return he photographed me. I wonder if he has a blog too… I tried to strike up a conversation but he seemed to be in a hurry getting away from me. Photographers are strange creatures…
First blogged January 23 2010

Helmut the photographer


The lady is a tramp
My wife had cravings for Hobnobs today so we went to Broken English (English shop in Berlin selling overpriced British products) to get some. A customer in the shop was singing The lady is a tramp and seemed to be in an extremely good mood, joking around with the staff and being happy it was Friday afternoon. His name is Paul Watson, lives in Kreuzberg and plays guitar in a rock band called British Beef Club. A flavour of jolly Britishness on this cold afternoon in Berlin.
First blogged January 22 2010

The lady is a tramp


Action
Kevin Schütze from Kreuzberg was hanging out at his local cornershop Laxy Cash & Carry this evening. When I asked him what the best thing about living in Berlin is, he replied with only one word: “Action!”.
First blogged January 21 2010

Action


Narghilè
Kadir is chilling out at his local shisha joint in Graefestrasse, Berlin. I find it fascinating how it looks sofisticated and cultural when I see people from the Arabic speaking part of the world smoking shisha, but rather dull and neo-hippie when I see white Europeans/Americans/Australians/Kiwis/South Africans sipping to a pipe in the park or at a party… It tastes good though.
First blogged January 17 2010

Narghilè


Odin
This is Odin, born today, and I am his proud father. My wife is the most brave person I know. She went through hours of hardcore labour first at the Geburstshaus (a place for birth without doctors and drugs), then she was sent to the hospital for some complicated reasons, where she refused c-section and other drugs the doctor wanted to use. It is worth being stubborn. Hours later Odin popped out the old fashion way. I am very grateful to the fantastic hospital staff here in Berlin that let us do it our way.
First blogged January 13 2010

Odin