Muscat, Oman.

November 18, 2013

When I first landed in >>Oman<< in the middle of the night two years ago, I remember not being able to sleep because the view from my bedroom window was just too exciting. I had never been to the middle east and it was really too bewitching to just sleep. Muscat is a mix of desert, beautiful, rocky mountains, traditional houses and a futurama-like network of modern superhighways with big, shiny white trucks driving on them. Contrasting scenes of wealthy, organized and clean Omani life and the more rough and lively class of migrant workers from Asia. All observed …

An inner conflict.

October 1, 2013

I love my life in Berlin, as a photographer, as a friend to such amazing people and as a mom of mini-me. Though, in my heart, I am a traveler. 2011 was my year as a traveling photographer, having the amazing opportunities to visit Norway, Nepal, Paris ( 1 2 3 4 5 ), Vienna ( 1 2 3 ), Barcelona ( 1 2 ) and the Costa Brava, Morocco, Oman and Nepal again. One day after I found out I was pregnant in February 2012, I took a flight to Macedonia via Istanbul, a few weeks later I spent …

Autumn.

September 30, 2013

Familie Herbst (translates to “autumn”) moved out of their apartment after almost one century. I wonder what remains if we are gone one day. Don’t you? All photos: Carolin Weinkopf

Catalan Mountains.

September 17, 2013

We just returned from Spain, where we attended my friend’s classy, laid-back, Skandinavian-style wedding in the lower Pyrenees and also had a few days for a bit of proper vacation. After four days in Barcelona, with the wedding in between, we decided to return to the Catalan mountains for fresh air and silence. A great decision, indeed. All photos: Carolin Weinkopf

Arno Fischer.

September 13, 2012

Arno Fischer April 14, 1927 – September 13, 2011 Photo: Carolin Weinkopf

Burn.

August 23, 2012

I was picking up a train ticket tonight at Ostkreuz when I saw tons of police and firemen running around. Seems as if some crazy person had decided to burn some cars (again…). It was insane, especially because the fire didn’t seem to be controllable and the firemen actually pushed the flames from one car to another. I’m almost sure it was only one car that was put on fire (and it kept on lighting up again) – but the firemen concentrated on one car, while pushing the flames to the neighbouring cars, then trying to control those, while the …

Heavy rain.

July 7, 2012

I remember last year’s excessive thunderstorms and nostalgically think back to hours of sitting on the windowsill, watching lightning strike Berlin’s TV tower and trying to >>catch it on photo<<. Unfortunately having a huge balloon in front of me to carry around doesn’t make it easier to bend over the parapet and shoot, and I decided the risk might be too high with mini-me jumping around in there. This year’s summer seems to be quite similar (and possibly even “worse” – you know I love it, so I can’t complain!) in terms of rain and thunderstorms. Today, N and …

Fashion Daily.

July 5, 2012

Last night I took some mood shots for my friends at >>Fashion Daily<< at one of their Berlin fashion week events. It was hard to stay sober while everyone was swimming in champagne and my belly decided to be extra big and iffy at once, but it was nice to whizz around, pick up lemonade and finger food and be the undercover photographer (while everyone’s camera was big and super-flashy, I tried to stay in the background and used my smallest analogue lens and a quite different perspective). Enjoy. All photos: Carolin Weinkopf I really do love shooting …

Kat.

June 30, 2012

Taking photos of friends when they do not pay attention has always been my favourite thing to do. I’m so lucky I’ve got such beautiful friends. This is Kat. Photo: Carolin Weinkopf

Bruised.

June 21, 2012

After seeing my midwife yesterday I took a long walk through the Jewish cemetary in Prenzlauer Berg in the rain, breathing in cold, wet air and jumping over puddles. It was so lovely and peaceful, I forgot everything around me, collecting boy’s names from the tombstones (yes, I know I am weird) and searching for snails roused by the weather. When I walked back I got tangled in thoughts and oversaw a barrier on Schönhauser Allee. Before I knew it I lay flat on the street, having hit my thigh, elbow, hand and umbrella. I’m hurt and bruised all …