August 2009
18 posts
The Tacheles.
When we walked up to the building, I wasn’t sure what to expect. “How long is now?” Interesting. There is a shop, somewhat of an avant garde, artistic gift shop, located directly underneath that mural. There was the most amazing piano recording wafting out the front door. Kind of a really fast stride piano, but more gypsy than Scott Joplin. I was into it, and walked in to see...
Selma & Maya.
In the Mauerpark.
What was a mellow afternoon with a guitar and two friends, turned into an amazing starlit affair with an incredible group of 10 people. Sitting on the slope, playing music, singing, drinking wine, beer, sun, moon, and love, we didn’t stop until 3 a.m.
Selma is from Norway. She shines. She’s studying in Berlin, had bought her guitar that day, and was more than happy...
Berlin in Color. Part 2.
Paint the town red? Check.
I love when people see me, camera in tow, and flag me down to shoot them.
Thumbs up, guys.
‘Car’pet
This bell tower is amazing. One of Sven’s old music teachers, an American fellow from Santa Monica I believe, is the carillonneur. Some amazing facts about the Carillon here.
Love the straight up shot. It’s the future.
A 50mm Sunday.
Couldn’t resist. Broke out my other lens for the first time in awhile. Forgot how sharp it was. Makes me feel so much better about Nikon and life in general.
2.8 and greater from here on out. All the time.
Whoa Kyo.
Marininha linda linda linda.
City girl.
Cole <3 Gerren. Don’t let the mug fool you. This man is so sweet.
Pre Jump.
David.
Great lens, light, and...
Berlin in Black and White. Part 2.
Possibly, and unexpectedly, my favorite photo of the trip.
The dangers of abandoning your heart waffle.
Sarah’s buliding.
Textures on the train.
Holocaust Memorial.
Shots from the hip: Biker guerilla.
Please note the lower right hand corner.
Kyle Taylor in Berlin. ;)
<3
Break from Berlin for a Phenomenal Facade.
This is an incredible installation shared with me by new roomie David Heyerman. Happy to have him here. A mover, a shaker, a doer, and another good looking friend to shoot. Perpetually lucky to share walls with such good ones. He co-authors the blog TinyComb, a quickly growing and rather booming tech and lifestlye blog. Like, the kind that he actually gets paid to write. If you’re ever...
Leni Tilsen.
Big blue eyes, better at English than she thinks, bound for Australia, beautiful up, down and side to side, Leni is one of the sweetest things to come out of Berlin yet.
I learned the majority of the German I know from Leni. Including my favorite word, primarily for phonetic reasons: “Frischfleisch.” I surprised the hell out of Sven when I whipped it out mid conversation. He carried...
Jan, Rahul, Paulina.
A love celebration always. Jan and Raul are two of Sven’s closest. Jan has an unfair advantage. He’s related, but Raul is a brother from another mother. Paulina is from Poland. Her and Raul were on their way to Paris after a quick dip in the lake.
Wish I had more photos of the brilliant and funny Jan. If you want to see more sans sausage nunchucks, you can check him out at IMDB He was...
Mads.
They told me to pronounce it, “Mess”. This is his name. And it gets better. His last name is Hole. His name is Mads Hole.
And he is a soul friend.
He arrived from Denmark while I was in Amsterdam, and from the time Sven and I arrived back to home to Berlin, until the time I had to hastily scurry to the airport, Mads was entirely supplemental to my good time and my good energy. An...
Lilian.
Many prefer to call her Lily, and like the flower, she is a true beauty, inside and out. Sven’s flat mate, a lover of love, a breath of fresh air, a woman in motion, proficient in several languages, and an excellent hugger, this one is a good one.
She deserves all of the good fortune that comes her way. Smiles, Lily. You are Beautiful.
Sven.
Sven Pohl shared with me:
A sunshine dip at a nude beach attached to a beautiful lake. A party in a giant drained pool, complete with a dance party in the rain. Berlin by bike. There’s something special about riding along the line that was once the Berlin wall. Amsterdam. Creating our own party with a guitar and You Are Beautiful stickers as we meandered down one narrow, cobblestoned street...
Berlin in Color. Part 1.
Sunrise.
So many rivers and canals in Berlin. It’s like a huge forest. Except with an egregious amount of concrete, metal, and glass. And life preservers for wet, drunken Germans.
National Geographic: Berlin.
Rather wicked.
“Think”
Berlin in Black and White. Part 1.
To get the ball rolling, a few of my favorites. More to come. B&W and color. This next week or two is going to be chock full of frames. Hope everyone’s ok with that.
Berlin Hauptbahnhof Station. Complete with shopping mall and wonderful photographic opportunity. A giant, all glass, entirely amazing place.
The river wild.
Leni freaked out when I went down to the...
Danke Schoen.
Darlings, danke schoen.
Sven, Lillian, Jan, Mads, Raul, Paulina, Chris, Vinny, Simone, Mya, Leni, Mom, God, The Academy. Danke.
And thank you Carson. What a wonderful warmth you brought to these pages in my absence. I knew you would. A microcosmic echo of the sentiment of the warmth you bring to this world. It’s so funny. In the year plus I’ve been dribbling happy thoughts across We...
Hindustan Sojourn - Part Three
The final leg of our journey took us from the rugged mountains of Himachal Pradesh to the bustling shanty metropolis of Delhi en route to Kathmandu, Nepal. The Mountain Fund is a non-profit organization, based in Kathmandu, that brings western doctors and medical specialists to remote regions of nothern Nepal, where villages accessible only by trekking may be days away from the nearest hospital....
Hindustan Sojourn - Part Two
The day after we visited Ki Monastery, we awoke to finish our Avalokiteshvara empowerment with His Holiness, which included the Bodhisattva Vow: “May I attain Buddhahood for the benefit of all sentient beings.”
Afterwards, we headed into the even more remote region of Pin Valley.
Music is the universal language of love…
While our friend Bear played for the adults...
Hindustan Sojourn - Part One
Namaste.
I recently returned from a journey through nothern India and Nepal, across the Himalayas and down the Ganges, through ancient temples and lush jungles, searching for deeper truth about the world and insight into our place within it. What a found was a land of tao-like duality, a nation defined by the past while defining the future. The helpless, paralyzing sorrow of poverty. The...
Tschuss.
Last year, when I went to Paris and Madrid, I left you with a mess of interesting and time consuming links. This year, Berlin bound, I’m leaving you with with a young man that perpetually traipses around the intellectually stimulating and the ethereally motivating. So have no fear. While I’m in Germany, your interest will be piqued, and your time will be consumed.
Carson Bowley is one...