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Wednesday, 7 February 2018
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Monday, 5 September 2016
Another Tech Event Photo Shoot in Berlin
One of the best things about photographing events in Berlin is the unique variety of venues in which I get to work. One week I'll be on the deck of a boat plowing slowly down the Spree, and the next I'll be in a open courtyard photographing men in business suits spraying graffiti on walls as a team building exercise.
Brick walls and vaulted, cantilevered ceilings held thousands of convention delegates playing a new game: advertising and providing online gaming software, servers and safe havens for the multi-billion dollar online gaming industry. A space which once smelled of bus exhaust fumes is now home to the smell of hot waffles being made fresh and handed out to hungry attendees to munch on during breaks. At the other end of the sprawling space is a gaming bar with baristas brewing up vitamin J in ample networking spaces.
I must photograph all speakers and audiences at each stage, but I am also interested in the fine details unique to each event: the brick figures pushing out of the exterior of the hall, the soft light beaming through skylights over iron beams, and a Berliner's bicycle chained to a drain pipe. A friendly fussball table competition between attendees is always a good photo op.
After the work day, a walk between buildings leads you to the Badeschiff, a floating swimming pool forged out of the hull of an old river barge, and a stroll down a graffiti-blasted alleyway leads to the new location of White Trash Fast Food, a mainstay of the Berlin music and food with 'tude scene. Just beyond is one of my favorite river bars in Berlin: Club der Visionaere, where you can test your balance while drinking cocktails on floating decks.
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Monday, 9 November 2015
Chasing Shadows of the Past in Rüdersdorf Chemical Plant
We planned our entry down to the square meter. We analyzed drop zones and entry points and scrutinized satellite photos of the abandoned plant in Rüdersdorf to determine the best way to infiltrate the site undetected. This is urban exploration in Berlin. This is Urbex Über Alles.
My partner in crime was the Infamous Abandoned Berliner, the single most respected and hated member of the urban exploration subculture. His Abandoned Berlin blog has a gazillion hits, he has an urbex book of the same name, and the man can hold his beer well into the wee hours at any spaeti in Berlin (He's Irish, so that helps). The reason he is hated and respected in equal measure: He tells people where the abandoned places are. This angers the Holy Druids of the Urbex Circle Jerk, who gather in secrecy with their hand drawn maps and meet in basements to discuss their next conquest in whispers, while quietly jerking each other off in circles. Cliques piss me off. Therefore I respect anyone who will tell me how to get to an abandoned place, how hard it is to get in, and whether my lardy ass will fit in through the hole in the fucking fence. At 6 foot 5, 280 lbs, I ain't climbing no fucking walls.
Urbex was a regular thang with me until the Urbex Druids decided I wasn't worthy. They took me to a few places, laughed while I squirmed through holes in the fences, and took snaps of me stuck in windows. Then they stopped inviting me. That and all the good places have been bought by developers and earmarked for certain destruction or worse—yuppie condos for fuck's sake. There are now urbex tours of the most popular sites in Berlin and you pay a pretty penny for the privilege. This defeats all of the fun of trespass and most of the fun of skulking in the shadows.
After a year or two off from the urbex scene I found another reason to skulk. The street artist known as Plotbot KEN dropped an atomic paint bomb on this particular plant we were entering. Plotbot's work can be described as a post apocalyptic dreamscape wherein lonely figures in hazmat suits quietly test the radiation and chemical contamination levels of a bleak future. When I first saw these figures on walls in Berlin-Kreuzberg, Wedding and other districts—I was hooked. As a full time pessimist with no hope for the future of humanity, I simply had to add Plotbot to my collection of street artists for my documentary project.
Loud and Proud
The Irishman and I crept along the rail tracks leading to the plant. He was shushing and denouncing me for being the large, loud-and-proud American stereotype that I am. "JAYzus you are loud! Let's not alert security!" he slurred. He shambled through the hole in the fence and hiccupped, still reeling from the breakfast drinking (two can play the stereotype game, muchacho). I could see that he takes the whole illegal trespass thing seriously. After about five minutes walking toward the huge cement abandoned chemical plant leviathan, he suddenly cried 'SECURITY! DOWN!' and dropped like a sack of beer-soaked potatoes. I tried to drop as gracefully as a 280 lb man with a backpack full of camera gear could. In the end I could only cut the tragic figure of a fat man on his knees in the dirt with his camera backpack sticking up on his hunched back like a saddle on an elephant. A truck roared past on a dirt road just ahead of us. Nobody saw the fallen sack of beer-soaked potatoes or the fookin' elephant.
"Security? In a dump like this?" I wondered aloud (really loud). "Yeah, once when I was here, there was some kind of a film crew running around; security was tight," AB informed. We didn't know it at the time, but one of the things they were filming on this very site was an episode of the popular political spy thriller series 'Homeland.' The entire 2015 series was shot and filmed in Berlin—even the bits where they were not actually in Berlin (like the Middle East). A dirty, abandoned chemical plant doubling as a refugee camp? Why not. You really are in a different world when you stagger through this dusty desolation.
We then proceeded to explore proper. The concrete behemoth towered over us and sprawled over an area about 10 times the size of your average mall. I was shopping for street art and was not disappointed. After sloppily scurrying between doorways of buildings to avoid detection by nearby construction workers, we found it. The Acid Tanks paintings stood stoic under a 100-foot-high cement ceiling with broken windows, crumbling concrete columns and rusty pipes. I stood in awe of the amazing merger of
rust, spray paint and decay, both naturally and artificially introduced.
Some street artists paint anywhere there is a blank wall. Others consider the space within the context of their works. In this respect, there is no better urban artist working in Berlin today than Plotbot KEN. In a world abandoned, rusting, seeping and dripping with chemicals, one man stands tall in the green muck to merge aerosol alchemy with the rotting ruins of yesteryear.
Thursday, 15 January 2015
I See an Art Wall and I Want to Paint It Black
File under WTF WERE THEY THINKING?
Recently, under cover of night, vandals applied paint to the walls of an innocent building in
Berlin. Ironically, they weren’t blasting graffiti
bombs all over the dump—they were painting OVER two of the most famous street
art wall murals in Berlin. Then they talked to the media. Then they sounded like media-groomed
art-tards with carefully-prepared sound bites like “We felt it was time for (the
artwork) to vanish, along with the fading era in Berlin’s history that they
represented” and “The white–well, in this case black–washing also signifies a
rebirth: as a wake-up call to the city and its dwellers, a reminder of the
necessity to preserve affordable and lively spaces of possibility, instead of
producing undead taxidermies of art.”
Who asked you to do it? The ACTUAL artist (Blu)? I don’t think so. You say you were ‘co-creator’ of the murals and yet your ‘credentials’ as a ‘cultural scientist and curator focusing on art in the public domain’ sound like happy horseshit prepared for you by the people who actually paid you to paint over the walls. While the rest of
is subject to hostile takeover from gentrification investment whores, you just
decided to kill the art in a pre-emptive strike against yourselves. Art suicide?
The problem with your reasoning is that art is a creative process, not a
destructive one. If we need any more
proof of your collusion with sneaky developers, just look at the big fence
around the property. Somebody unlocked
the gate for you and your crane. Did the
developers provide the crane as well, or is that a standard tool for scrappy
street artists? By working with the
developers to blacken Blu’s art, you tar yourself with the same brush.
These particular murals had meaning. They were not just tags left by random dogs spraying their turf. These paintings were carefully thought out and executed by an internationally famous street artist from
A year ago I was walking by the now-deceased art on a similarly mild winter day. The simple white wall figures loomed large over some squatters in a field. There were still a few shanties left in Camp Cuvry, the open-air squat beneath the graffiti giants. I was able to walk in and drink beer with some of the remaining campers. I did not envy them in their uphill struggle against the developers; nor did I envy them sleeping in a field in the winter. I shared beer with them for the privilege of talking with them a while before their inevitable ousting. Their eviction was imminent simply because they were sitting on a view of the river. Riverfront developer Mediaspree’s policy up until now has been: 1) buy every dilapidated thing along the river (occupied or not), 2) drive out the ones who won’t be bought out.
While I was writing a story on Berlin's Beach Bars a few years ago, a few of the bar managers were packing their shit while they were speaking to me. Others warned me that within a very short time there would be no places for ordinary people to have a drink with a view of water. Only high rise condos and office buildings would remain. High rise condos and office buildings seem perfectly reasonable in cities like
or Tokyo, but in Berlin
they are about as useful as an asshole on your elbow.
KIEZ STATT PROFITWAHN!
(Neighborhoods Instead of Profit Madness)
The majority of Berliners do not like what is happening to their city. And this majority is not just a bunch of grungy slackers crying about change; all of them embrace the idea of
They came, they saw, they left their creative mark. Then the developers conquered.
Wednesday, 17 September 2014
Mother, Father and
Baby Portraits in
My customers give me great ideas all the time. As a professional photographer who specializes in portraits, I have photographed many couples and families over the years. But this year I was pleasantly surprised when a mother in the
hired me to take photos of her daughter Ashley and her daughter’s boyfriend, Alex, in Berlin—both
before and after their baby was born. I
provided a portrait gift certificate, which she in turn presented to her
daughter as a gift. In a world of
selfies and endless photos of newborns, it is really a special gift to take
time out to hire a professional photographer to get some really classy shots.
The portrait shoot was to be divided into two sessions. Part one of this little family documentary began one warm day in May of this year. We had the majestic beauty of
Sanssouci Park in Potsdam,
a mother great with child, an anxious father and some clothing props. I like to take time to talk to my clients
before, during and after the portrait shoot.
In order to get natural, relaxed portraits I find it is best to
communicate as much as possible.
We had many natural and architectural backdrops to choose from, which is every photographer’s dream. I am one of those photographers who has turned his back on traditional ‘stuffy’ studio shots with fake backgrounds in favor of location photography. I believe there is no artificial substitute for natureand the great outdoors. I really enjoy choosing the right location for special portraits.
As is usually the case, I got too many good shots to share in one small blog space, so here are just a few highlights of our two portrait sessions.
And Baby Makes Three
As you can imagine, the arrival of a new baby makes life hectic, but in early July we managed to set up a time for part two of the portrait series. I suggested we use the gardens around my little cottage in order not to tire out mom and her new baby with excessive walking. When I mentioned our trees, grass, garden furniture props and a big silver bear statue, Ashley said ‘You had me at big silver bear statue.’
Babies seem to really like me—or are at least they are not afraid. I am fortunate that I don’t have to wave toys, squeaky dolls or do any dances—babies just look at me with some sort of natural curiosity, as if to say ‘Who is this large, goofy man with the camera?’
After a brief bout with the bear, we took our time relaxing and taking shots in different places around the property. After an hour or so, we parted ways feeling that we had really done the ultimate before-and-after shots—with a big silver
bear thrown in to boot.
Schedule your Berlin family portrait session today by contacting me here. Or give the gift of photography by ordering a portrait gift certificate. Your family will thank you! ;)
Wednesday, 25 June 2014
Notes from a ‘Silicon
Allee’ Event Photographer in
After finishing my third tech-related event in Berlin
I have seen a glimpse of the future: 3D printers make lifelike human skulls,
computerized tumbleweeds roll across vast deserts gathering data and robots are squishy.
WORK Tech Summit
in Berlin on June 19-20 brought
cutting edge creators to ‘Silicon Allee’ Berlin
to strut their stuff on the lighted stage.
I love technology.
Not in a nerdy, worship-the-algorithm sort of way. Give me better tools, I say. I remember the excitement of getting my first digital
camera: no more photo chemistry fouling
my lungs and ruining rivers. And no more
hours spent in darkened rooms; ah, the joy!
And then there’s the instant digital gratification of fast results.
This puts me in perfect company at a tech summit. I enjoy listening to the exhibitors
enthusiastically explaining their inventions at the exhibition stands and on stage. This last event got me thinking: most of the people on stage are not polished
speakers—they are real people, and as such I kept in mind my presence as a
photographer. I didn't want my snapping
camera and firing flash to put them off their cues. I took care to choose my moments and put a
lot of space between shutter clicks. I
don’t want a young inventor geek guy full of coffee thinking of his marketing
pitch to be thrown off his game by my firing flash. I also strive to capture the most natural moments in any event, where the people look relaxed and natural. I've seen other photographers' shots of speakers who look tired, strained or nervous because the photographer didn't wait for the right moment.
And catching the 'right moment' is what photographing people is all about.
I love technology. Not in a nerdy, worship-the-algorithm sort of way. Give me better tools, I say. I remember the excitement of getting my first digital camera: no more photo chemistry fouling my lungs and ruining rivers. And no more hours spent in darkened rooms; ah, the joy! And then there’s the instant digital gratification of fast results.
And catching the 'right moment' is what photographing people is all about.
Friday, 17 January 2014
The street art scene in
is one of the best in the world. And no
neighborhood in Berlin packs more
street art per square meter than Kreuzberg.
Just take a stroll in the area between Oberbaumbrücke and Schlesiches Tor
U bahn station and you will become a believer.
Spray can statements writ large encompass entire sides of buildings.
On a rare clear January day in
I hit the streets of Kreuzberg to add some more street art shots to my growing
collection. Last summer I began a
personal project on street art and street artists in Berlin. In pictures and words I aim to document the
vibrant street art scene in Berlin
and show the importance of street art as a form of communication, protest
and/or city beautification.
As I was fixing my camera’s focus on a particularly colorful wall, I heard the familiar sound of the English language nearby—explaining the very street art I was about to photograph. I stood my ground as a small group of a dozen tourists flowed past me pointing and snapping pictures. The last words I heard from the tour guide was ‘and this piece is by ALIAS…’
I waited for the group to soak in the spray can scenery before I proceeded to take my own photos in my own time. Just around the corner a table loaded with spray cans stood in front of a sleepy café. A spray can artist popped up from behind the table and bombed the wall with blasts of colorful coffee cups and trees with oranges dripping juice. I looked around and noted the neighborhood pride: many cafes, shops, bistros and kebab joints were festooned with urban art and spray painted motifs.
On the river end of Cuvrystrasse is an abandoned field with three painted behemoths standing guard. The entire sides of the two buildings behind the field were covered with five-storey tall figures by globally-famous urban artist BLU from
Italy. One of the iconic pieces—a headless
businessman adjusting his tie while his hands are bound by twin gold watches
and chains—is even featured on a Hard Rock Café Berlin collectors pin (among no
doubt hundreds of other pieces of unofficial tourist tat).
A wide open gap in the wall surrounding the field beckoned me inside. As I walked further into the field, the random piles of rubbish began morphing into mounds of building materials crudely lashed together into the shape of shacks. A large teepee stood to my left and I heard voices and laughter near some curling smoke. Moments later I encountered a couple sitting around a fire amid piles of tastefully arranged skip furniture. They asked me to join them with a warning not to take photos. They pointed to a sign with the international symbol of a crudely drawn camera with a big red line through it. I agreed to their reasonable terms and they invited me to join them by the fire. After a quick run to the nearby market, I procured portable potables for us to drink around the fire in the field. They told me the story of their community, their struggles and their commitment to sleeping outdoors in the winter.
We discussed the economic state of
the closing of almost every beach bar, jam space and artist community along the
River Spree. YAAM, the last of the
Mohicans, is apparently on the chopping block as well. I once interviewed the manager of YAAM for a
story on Berlin’s beach bars. He told me the outlook is grim for
anyone who takes an abandoned space and makes a thriving community from it, because
the developers are always poised to move in and smash dreams.
So once again gentrification rears its ugly head. In
’s case, the police haven’t
yet applied the jackboot. The young
Argentinean man I was speaking to plucked the few remaining strings on his old
guitar and informed me that a community isn't in danger until the original
property owners decide they have the money (investors) to do something with the
space. I hope that they never will. And on that note, I finished my drink, bade them farewell and wished them the very best of luck. Camp
In the coming months I will update my website and blog with images from my Berlin Street Art documentary. Please subscribe to this blog and/or check back periodically to follow my progress.