Hankt ihn höher!

It’s funny, whenever I decide to blog and browse through the photos I’d like to post I’m getting quite excited. Now that I see the bunch in front of me, it’s back to dull. Well, what can you do?

Fantastic.

Because I’m a hip and lucky bastard there’s a cheap sushi restaurant close to the darkroom.

Because it’s quite amazingly boring when you’re a fucking moron and forget that book home I made some art while drying film

Birthday.

That young lady is growing fast. I shot my first frames of film when she was born (Kodak 400VC) so I guess I should make a book at some point. Or something important. Solo-show. Contemporary. Idno. MOMA.

He’s definitely going home from some important comission. And he’s even more definitely a member of the lightstalker community.

Elmar. He had the incredible pleasure of riding the subway next to me.

I know what you’re thinking: That’s kinda NYCish. It’s got all that flair… that cosmopolitan something, you know, people on coke, overworked, depressed but they share one aspect: Importance.

At some point I went to Mödling which is close to Vienna. Fantastic place, fantastic people. This is the only photo I took.

That’s on the Donauinsel. You’re watching the endangered typical Viennese. One of the rare ocassions where global warming, dolphin hunting Japanese and BSE does a great job.

What does this frame tell you? Endless boredomor: Go fuck yourself.

Woho, should make a dyptich. Storytelling, you know?

One more frame: Super story telling.

A jerktrait.

One of those +fav ladies that helped making genderrelated discussions obsolete. Mini skirt 1:0 Feminism. Nice.

Good pal of mine. Gonna join him in a few years I guess. All in the course of documentary photography, of course. I just realized that “documentary” features the word “cum” – hard to make it look any more retarded then.

Photograph of somebody waiting.

Playground time with the little ones. Watching other kids is serious business. It’s nice that you’re sort of a perv when sitting in the sandbox with a camera round your neck. I really need a sign saying “Fuck you! I’m going to sell all those photos of your little brats on the net. Thank you!”

She’s recently putting on that horrible photo face which creeps me out. I guess that’s what they consider socialization – not sure. I’m not good with those words. They sound nice and sort of give all that crap a context.

I like this frame. Hell, did someone say NYCish?

She’s going to hate those pictures. I don’t care.

Well, how could I forget about such a lovely mediocre streetshot?

More mediocre shit.

And more. Quite on a roll.

I love rain. I love seeing people getting pissed off by rain. It makes me happy.

No comment.

And at some point I rode an escalator.

Did I mention that I’m the best brother around? I’m lying.

Now that’s contemporary photojournalism. Part of my series about immigrants. And people with scarfs round their head. Arabs. Car bombs. Catch my drift? Social criticism and that kind of stuff.

Again, rain. Pissed off people. Ace.

Going to IKEA.

I figured that I need an change in appearance so I opted for that snazzy jacket.

Their mouth gestures are somewhat similar I think.

Thank you. Flawless. Hard to add anything besides, well, can’t get any better.

World Press Photo. Let’s be serious and admit that this world is a cruel place. Then have cheeseburgers.

Decisive I guess. Thanks HCB.

Hell, reflections, weird angle, retarded composition – smells like solid photo journalism!

Thanks to Peter I had the incredible honor going to the cinema (my first time this year). It’s been a french film about a lady documenting her sister that suffers from autism. LOADS of social critique.

This was shot during the Question and Answer thingie after the performance. I love people who’re very much caring about autism. Or generally “bad things”. It’s important to talk about something you don’t have a fucking clue. But hell, when it’s french it does sound so much better.

Last – and for sure – least. A photo that doesn’t make sense.

I mentioned earlier but I’m known for forgetting things. Anyway, a few months ago Robert, who runs my favorite pub asked me if I wanted to put a few photos of mine on the wall. After a shitload of quality time in the darkroom this is the outcome:

Each photo consists of 4 40×50 cm prints – they’re darkroom prints. And any of you who’ve printed that large know that this it’s an intense experience getting print and enlarger aligned. So if you happen to be in Vienna (or sadly live here) and fancy having drinks Orange One (Margaretenstraße 26, 1040 Wien) is your place. Before I forget: there’re 6 photos all in all – I forgot about the other two.

Grüße aus dem verschneiten Wien,

Bernhard