
Kids
are
vampires.
Kids
are
vampires.
Birthdays
are
always better
in the sun.
My daughter's hair
used to be
so thick
combing it
took forever.
Everything
lands
in the trash
eventually.
I left
right after
the light
started to dissolve the man
standing on a rock
in front
of me.
I used to
love to
take walks
on the old graveyard
in Berlin.
When I went to a funeral
there
the mood changed
and I turned my back
and never went there since.
I did
not
know
I could
love
this much.
Not matter what
you photograph
you always
photograph
yourself.
The nature in LA
at night
reminds me
of the dreams I had
as a child.
The rolls of film
I shot in the desert
got x–rayed so intensely
at the airport,
it gave the pictures
a new mood.
Every day
breaks
my heart.
But it's ok.
Elise
lying on my favourite car
reading my favourite book
in my favourite city.
In no other city
kids
rule the streets
like in Berlin.
Each time
I read
"NO PICTURES"
I instinctively grab my camera
and look why
somebody felt the need
to put up this sign.
To me
it might as well read
"PICTURE OPPORTUNITY".
One day
having breakfast
on a trans-continental overnight flight
felt like
being awake in a dream.
Some time ago
I took this picture
of a snowstorm
with a camera
that I gave away
some time ago.
I like to think
that all the beautiful
rusty vintage cars in LA
become ghosts
once the sun sets
and ride through
the city
all by themselves
when everyone is sleeping.
The high–rises
right in the center of Berlin
are worlds
that tell stories
on their own.
An open bottle
of Mountain Dew
in Echo Park
reminded me
of the iconic words
from Alice In Wonderland:
“Drink me“.
One day
in a tiny bungalow
in Hollywood
we met a cat
who loved water.
There are so many
little details and nuances
you start noticing
when doing the same thing
over and over.
When we shot a commercial in Paris,
on the Pont Neuf,
Fanny,
our dancer,
in between her choreography
suddenly disappeared
on the small ledge behind the bridge.
On the Seine
I could see the tourists
looking as baffled
as I was.
Sometimes
when you look out of
a window
you're not sure yet
whether you look
into the past
or the future.
I love how the fog
in Venice Beach
appears and disappears
so quickly
without a warning
making the coastline look like
a forgotten ghost town.
This picture
feels like it’s not taken by me.
And in a way that’s true,
because I was just there
at the right moment,
not giving directions
or setting up a mark for the butterfly where to land.
Just pressing the shutter.
Waking up
too early
in the morning
jet–lagged
walking around with a camera around my neck
is still magical to me.
For a music video
we once filmed Claude
lying in the gras
with a golden gun.
In the end
I didn’t like the video
and I don’t like guns
but for some reason
I still like this picture
of Claude sleeping peacefully
with a golden gun.
On Gran Canaria
isolated through my lens
from the trashy and touristy environment
a girl sitting in the dunes
looked like
it just fell to earth.
Some time ago,
at the night before Christmas Eve
in Dortmund, Germany.
We didn’t have any money,
and we passed a long construction fence.
Behind it were hundreds of chopped trees
all neatly lined up
and we wondered
what would happen to all these Christmas trees
if nobody bought them?
So impulsively we grabbed the nearest tree
and pulled it under the fence.
It was our first Christmas Tree
together.
Years later
we shot a commercial,
in a small Chateau in Paris,
owned by a rich American.
The art department brought in a small
but beautiful Christmas tree,
that reminded me of
that stolen tree in Dortmund.
Claude who has
big red lips
that she's hiding
with a telephone
shaped like
big red lips.
When Zelda
was just a few weeks old
she looked like a doll
made of porcelain.