I love riding my bike
and
I did try
in LA.
But I’ve lost the battle
against steep hills
the blazing heat
and the big cars
not used to cyclists.
COMMERCIALS NORTH AMERICA
lana@ways-means.cojett@ways-means.co
MUSIC VIDEOS
alexa@freeagent.uk.com
I love riding my bike
and
I did try
in LA.
But I’ve lost the battle
against steep hills
the blazing heat
and the big cars
not used to cyclists.
A careless lab technician
made little May cry
developer tears.
Go
some
where, wear
some
thing
different, different
you
different me.
The light in the kitchen
suprises me
each day
again,
again,
again.
The person I love
and know
inside out
is also the biggest mystery to me.
I watched the neighbour kid
with his flashlight
during a sudden blizzard.
The light
dancing in funny ways.
I grabbed my camera
so I could remember it.
A Universe
inside a person
the most magical idea.
At the farthest point South
I met a woman
with a machine
that showed her
her dreams.
When things break
and you don't have the right tools
it gets interesting.
How many ways to get what you want?
I use the best
I use the rest
I use the enemy
I use anarchy.
The goal is always
that an image
can explain all the feelings
that I have.
No
words
necessary.
The black car
roared away after
I took its photo.
(You have to know I never ask for permission)
The pink leaves
in slow motion
falling
down.
Still
feel
the feelings
of a child.
Forever
walking through
unknown streets
photographing
strangers.
On my way
my thoughts are flying
first class
only.
Peeling potatoes
while I read
about the world
falling
apart.
New emotions
take you
by surprise.
Sometimes
soon
means
never.
Away
pain.
The urge to travel far away
is a word
in German
Fern
weh.
My daughter
is
my muse.
One person
in a sea
of millions.
After the virus broke out
my daughter and I
started doing photowalks around the canal.
I taught her how to use a camera
and she taught me a new way of seeing.
I heard someone say
there's only
two kinds of people
that walk in LA
bums or artists.
Albert
holding my camera
so elegantly
at the Griffith Observatory.
I
too
am a loner
wondering.
Sometimes
the silly name of a German store
can put a smile on your face.
I hope they are right
and one day
everybody will be happy.
The signs said
STOP
END
NO
but we did not listen.
Still dreaming
the American Dream,
still dreaming.
I tilted down with the camera
to photograph my shadow
on the street.
Just then – without warning –
I disappeared.
The very first word
my daughter said to me
was “shoe“.
In Kiev
in the back of a car
going to work,
I saw a group of soldiers
in the back of a car
going to work.
First snow,
magic snow.
Last snow,
no more snow.
I look so much
sometimes
I forget to listen.
I never get tired
of looking
at water.
I
always
ask for
a window seat
to look
and to take pictures.
Birthdays
are
always better
in the sun.
My daughter's hair
used to be
so thick
combing it
took forever.
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.
In the high-rises
of Gropius Stadt,
in Berlin,
so many people
are living together,
alone.
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.
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.
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.