Vereinbarkeit.

Als ich vor knapp zwei Jahren Mutter wurde, war ich mir sicher: alles überhaupt kein Problem. Ich hatte eine entspannte Schwangerschaft und habe mich freudig und ohne größere Angstzustände mit Yoga, Akupunktur und dem exzessiven Anschauen einschlägiger Youtube-Videos auf eine unkomplizierte Geburt im Geburtshaus vorbereitet, ohne Schmerzmittel natürlich. Außer der ein oder anderen kleineren Migräne und leichten Ischias-Schmerzen gegen Ende der Schwangerschaft hatte ich keine nennenswerten Beschwerden. Warum auch? War ja alles gut. Und alles würde gut werden. Da war ich mir ganz sicher.   Dass Mini-Me letztlich ganz plötzlich, zwei Wochen früher als erwartet, in einer etwa 48-stündigen Geburtstortur …

New York New York.

So, it’s precisely two weeks (+one day) until my first big journey sans bébé. I’m so excited, you have no idea.   New York has a very special place in my heart and if I was forced to leave Berlin, New York (or moreover Brooklyn) would be one of my very few alternatives for a happy longterm living. I love the spirit on the streets, I love the skyline, I love the craziness, the pace of life.   I lived in New York for a couple of months in 2009, assisting a successful fashion and commercial photographer on many big …

The #juergentellerassignment.

Oh damn, I’m so behind on everything. Mini-me’s fabulous caretaker took some well-deserved three weeks off for her summer vacation and we were left with a hyperactive and totally bored mini-me in Berlin. Literally, everything I have worked on is delayed or a total chaos. Dear super-mamas, I wish I was one of you. An almost two-year old is no joke to handle. In the supermarket. At Ikea. At breakfast. And dinner. At work. Oh my.   To not collapse under a nervous break-down, we packed our stuff, borrowed a car and went to the little town that’s home to …

A German Story.

For a while I have wanted to make a trip through my home country and explore the obvious, the unspectacular, and to search for the common and familiar in my surroundings. After traveling so much and so far in the past few years I felt ready for a bit of habitat. We’ve been home with our parents and grandparents for almost two weeks and went on a few trips in the area, walked through little villages, countless forests and woods and digged into family history and heritage a bit. This has been a beautiful and thoughtful journey so far and …

Life lately. #32/52

We basically spent last week in the forest, as you see in the pictures below. It was a slow and green and lovely week. We also went to Nürburgring for a day to watch vintage cars and I shot one of the best photos in a lifetime that day. I love it so much and keep looking at it, over and over again. It was the perfect moment and I am so grateful.   The woods around our hometown are breathtaking. It literally seems like they are mystic virgin jungles. More than once I asked myself, why, as a child, …

Photography Workshops in Berlin.

Due to multiple requests I decided to schedule some workshops for this fall in Berlin. There will be two options for group workshops and I will also teach a few private lessons upon request for people who are willing to pay more and/or have more specific needs.   October 6 – 10, 2014 Absolute Beginners Workshop 1st lesson: technical basics & shooting on (half-) manual (Monday, October 6th, 9:30am – 12:30pm) 2nd lesson: visual basics & composition (Wednesday, October 8th, 9:30am – 12:30pm) 3rd lesson: basic editing with Photoshop (Friday, October 10th, 9:30am – 12:30pm) Max. number of participants: 5 …

Life lately. #31/52

Looking back at this week, it seems it’s been a mainly vertical format photography kind of week. I had lots of Weinschorle with my Dutch friend Mariska when she came for a visit on her birthday, spent a whole afternoon on the playground in the rain with the happiest of all mini-mes and we eventually packed our bags and drove home to spent time with the grandparents.   I started #agermanstory on a rainy afternoon and I’m happy.   All photos: Carolin Weinkopf via iPhone

Kagger.

  Dear Mini-me,   you are 22 months old already (plus a few days, but well). Your chunky baby body has stretched into a chubby toddler shape. Your head has rapidly grown over the edge of the table, and now you see, and you reach. From uncertain yesses and nos, you’ve come to the point to give precise orders. From “more” to “even more” to “even more, mama!”, it was a twinkle. You’ve discovered ownership of toys (oh my) but still share your snacks with friends and strangers. You’ve learned to properly kiss and how to dose your bombastic affection. …

Life lately. #30/52

Please forgive my cheating, I am sneaking in posts I didn’t manage to publish on time, just so that future generations might assume I was always on schedule with these.   It’s been a hot week with a bit of office work, a lot of cuddling, a trip to the lake, a stab by a syringe, and long walks and bike rides around the city.   All photos: Carolin Weinkopf via iPhone

A syringe.

I took a day off yesterday and went to the lake with friends. When I returned to Berlin in the afternoon, I met N and mini-me on a playground in the area. We drank Kefir and Apfelschorle, snacked on fresh blueberries and waffles and felt very happy. Mini-me has been a bit unpredictable for leisure time fun lately, sometimes he hates everything and sometimes he loves it all. When you bike 45 minutes to a water sprinkler for kids that’s actually open and any splash of water makes your kid cry for ten minutes, that sucks. Especially when the day …