What’s going on?

The short version:

• I had a photo-shooting a few weeks back for a theatre project.
• The photographs were published twice in the German newspaper AZ (Abendzeitung), and once in the German newspaper SZ (Süddeutsche Zeitung).
• You will find a report on the shooting, the project, a few final photos, and (of course) the parts of the newspaper my photographs were in!

The long version:
Most of you guys know that I’m doing photographs now and then.
A few weeks back, Julia, a colleague and friend of mine, told me that her and two friends were performing a theatre play in a few weeks, and asked me if I would be willing to do a photoshooting because they were in need of material for PR, advertising and such. The project is called “Orpheus & Eurydike”, and is a theatre play with an actor, a piano player, and a singer. You can find more details on the play on their website.

After recently completing an awesome workshop on exactly that kind of topic, I agreed, and we met on a very warm Friday afternoon in the “Hofgarten” (a public park) in Munich. The problem was that they needed the photographs *immediately*, and since I was going to go on holidays for a week on Saturday morning, I had to work the whole night. Another problem was that the sun was still very bright (even at 5 and 6 pm), so I had to use rather extreme flashlight. The idea was to get some photographs with a little bit of surreal flair (Orpheus & Eurydike, is, after all, quite an epic fantasy story).

We went to work, finished after around 8 hours. Julia came home with me, and we spent the night in front of my computer (till 6am), me working on photoshop, her telling me what details to keep and which ones to work on, what photographs to delete and which ones to take, et cetera.

You can see two final results here and here.

Now, due to many press-contacts, Julia was able to place infos on the play in different newspaper (twice in the AZ, once in the SZ).

Rock’n Roll!

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When I woke up this morning, my mind empty from slumber like a deep and flat dark pool inhabiting a silent cave, thoughts and feelings appeared on the shady ceiling and, one by one, slowly sprinkled into the icy water.

The first drop brought tiny ripples of black fluid into being which started to hurry away into the blackness. “Oh how wonderful!” came to my mind, accompanied by a feeling of delight and joy, followed by surprise that I suddenly felt so parted, and by a sense of yearning.
What was happening?

“I must be awake now”, I thought by myself, and grief and the sensation of loneliness started to overwhelm the slowly dissolving serenity induced by my wonderful dream.

Exhaustion and weariness lay heavily on my closed lids, and I felt uncomfortably warm and trapped in my bed. A split of a second later I realized I was still fully dressed, wearing a sweater and trousers, even socks, and started to search for reasons and memories, started to dig deeper, shocked after a few moments to find none at all.
What had really happened last night?

Startled, my eyes opened in order to search the room for answers, and I noticed that something unfamiliar - and yet strangely close and intimate - was asleep in my room, was in fact sleeping on me, on my black sweater: a tiny tangle of crimson cotton, resting peacefully on my chest.

A tiny tangle of crimson cotton of a crimson sweater.
A tiny tangle of crimson cotton of her crimson sweater.

And all of a sudden I knew three things:
I had not been asleep at all last night; my dream had been reality; and the last few seconds of reality had been the worst daydream ever: that it had all been just a dream.

Hours have passed.
I have not yet dared to move - afraid to wake it up, terrified to wake up.

I finally put up some of my pictures on fotocommunity - here.