Dear Darkroom Diary, We were in Leipzig this weekend – well, more like Wachau, at the old church ruin – and we made wet plates. I had your little sister with me, the small red darkroom tent for outdoors. That’s why I’m writing to you. I missed you. Well. Not really. The tent is great,…
We all still miss the ECW, which last happened three years ago. But nobody ever really came together to bring it back. This year, though, two events were planned. One up in the north in September, but we’re already busy then. And one near Merzig, close to the French border – quick and easy for…
We were back at the collectors‘ meetup / regulars‘ table / Club Daguerre gathering in Bad Wörishofen (Süddeutsches Fotomuseum Bad Wörishofen). Honestly, it defies easy categorisation — it’s just a recurring Saturday where camera-obsessed people get together, share a meal, and then let museum director Stefan surprise them with whatever exciting programme he’s cooked up…
This weekend we were back to visiting other people’s studios and darkrooms. One of my favorite hobbies. Those secret rooms where art is conjured through a combination of laying on of hands, gentle encouragement, sweat, and blood. In this case, less blood — but significantly more chemistry. We went to Cologne to visit Marius and…
History first – my test and verdict below: The story behind the Mimosa The Mimosa appeared in spring 1948, three years after the end of the war. Dresden lay in ruins, and the city’s camera industry had been largely destroyed or dismantled. Into this unlikely moment, the Mimosa AG — a well-known manufacturer of photographic…
After a workshop weekend at ours, I’m absolutely done in. Properly shattered. The kind of tired that’ll probably take another two days to shake off. But at the same time so full of lovely moments that I really can’t complain. We had seven people here – Friday through Sunday – with the theme: photography like…
This image lies. It depicts an encounter that never took place. The woman stood alone before the camera. The men on different days, at different hours. None of them knew of the others. And yet they are now united for ever – fixed in silver on photopaper. I invented a moment. I cast gazes upon…
Strange days, these. We’ve got time off just for the sake of having time off. No appointments, no pressing projects to wrap up. It’s February—cold, dark, and way too rainy. We’re not exercising, we’re sleeping all the time. Nothing really drives us except the question of what’s for dinner. This is the weirdest holiday we’ve…
Linien im Kopf: Warum ich mir das antue Manchmal braucht es den Kontrast, um die eigenen Konturen zu erkennen. Ich war auf einem Fotowalk. Neun Leute, Thema Farben. Jeder suchte sein zugewiesenes Rot, Blau oder Gelb. Ich suchte mit meiner Schwarzweiß-Kamera Linien. 18 Bilder habe ich in der Zeit gemacht – für mich ein Ritt…
English version below Kann man beim zweiten Mal schon von Tradition sprechen? Ich sag ja und werde das jetzt einfach so einführen. Also: Wir waren bei Stefan im Museum in Bad Wörishofen, und wie es die Tradition will, hat er mir wieder eine Kamera geschenkt, überreicht mit den Worten: „Mit der Scherbe kannst du das…