corbusier (II)

that day, marion and i first went to teufelsberg, then stopped and paid our respect to monsieur le corbusier. i think, if i'm not mistaken, we had five or six cameras between us: marion the rolleiflex, her LC-A, and my praktica (this was the day after georgette went on strike on karl-marx-allee); i had my nikkormat, a disposable, and possibly the zenit, which i can't recall for sure. i believe though, these were taken with the zenit. in any case, this is the slide roll, and it worked its crystally magic.

corbusier (I)

word. some residents at corbusier's building in berlin are trying hard to re-establish natural conditions.

also: spot the dog.

happy weekend!

urban walk (I)

there was some slide film in my camera, and we went for a little walk through mauerpark. had coffee at bonanza's too. i love how quiet the city is in summer. now, school has long started in berlin, and we are almost back to the familiar urban buzz. still, summer keeps lingering, and i'm enjoying every single moment of it. (marion's lomo LC-A is a little beauty.)

same but different (III)

and this is berlin, too. (top photo taken by marion. merci, copine!)

same but different (II)

more teufelsberg. eh, marion, looking good!

same but different (I)

when marion came, we went to see teufelsberg - venturing deep into the cold war past of berlin. american intelligence built a station on a hill in the southwest of the city, listening in to communications behind the iron curtain. the place is locked off now, and going to shambles - eerie. we both took pictures, this is my part of the story. same but different.

the opening (IV)

eventually, the sun went down, and marie curie was watching over the buffet.

the opening (III)

so much to see!

the opening (II)

some of the displays i saw. inspiring art, inspiring place. i should go to openings far more often.

oh, and apropos of nothing, what did you do last weekend?

the opening (I)

the other day, at a friend's opening. more coming up.

i love my new zenit, but i always come back to my faithful old friend, the nikkormat. she's getting around in the berlin art scene, as she's particularly forgiving in low light.

venturing out (V)

we sat on the grass by the lake. i imagine the place on a hot summer's afternoon: swarms of teenagers, awkwardly trying to impress one another, families picknicking, inflating dayglow-coloured sea horses, fastening the ribbon of a sunhat.

that evening, it was the absence of all that.

venturing out (IV)

a long-deserted country manor, used occasionally as film set. we peered through the windows, and saw this.