Mittwoch, 25. April 2012

25.04.2012


Memory.
Memory of victims, of soldiers, of friends, of fathers.  
The days of the holy memory.
Celebrating death, joining in sadness that will bring more of the same.
Why do we need this public ritual? doesn't personal memory worth enough? 
Remembering the loss together, forgetting the loss of others.  






Montag, 16. April 2012

16.04.2012


A short trip to Stockholm lit yet again the passion for photographing over the clouds.










Montag, 9. April 2012

09.04.2012


Two days of holiday spent at home, feeling stuck with my projects.

8 hours of electro beats under a bridge and then into bright, bright day light.




Donnerstag, 5. April 2012

05.04.2012


A morning at the Job Center and then into an extreme power and entertainment display at the O2 arena.

Next day I am spending half a day at one furniture giant and then helping at a beautiful Vokü event(public kitchen)spiced with the saddest Indonisien loss story and a tender condolence gesture.

I am being thrown between economic ideas and experiencing peoples very special views of our world.






Dienstag, 27. März 2012

26.03.2012


We went for a walk and talked about the Kibutz.

She said that she is uncomfortable with unfamiliar people.

I don't know how to digest the overqualified answers, but the Berlin light is so comforting.







Sonntag, 25. März 2012

25.03.2012


First films shot. Feels good to start a new portraits project.

Welcome sun.




Samstag, 24. März 2012

23.03.2012


Although it is a month with an R, it is time to sit barefoot in the park.





Montag, 19. März 2012

19.03.2012


Beautiful and almost theatrical. The "where do we go now?" movie premiere.



Freitag, 16. März 2012

16.03.2012


Standing at the Job Center long line led to more bureaucracy.

Going out to the warmth.

I found traces of the photojournalistic instinct.

Smells of alcohol, sweat and weed on a park bench.

A NEW IDEA FOR A PROJECT.

A witch told me my life is going to be OK.





Donnerstag, 15. März 2012

15.03.2012


When you walk through the streets you see old things.



Mittwoch, 14. März 2012

13.03.2012


The self.

A discussion in Salon Populaire about how we perceive ourselves in the internet was a bit tiring.

How can a beaver do whats best for him so easily? I ask MY self.



12.03.2012


Job interview for a gardener position.

I work / watch online TV at home.

Distractions on the net.





11.03.2012


Hangover.

And INTERNET at home.



10.03.2012


A Berlin style wedding party.




09.03.2012


Black coffee, 1.80. Two hours surfing.

Treptower Park to Görlitzer Park. Thinking of my family and enjoying the freshness of this metropolitan.





08.08.2012


Waking up with the same old thought that will lead to nothing.

"Why don't I take my prints, enter all photography galleries in Berlin and show them??????????????"

Need to put the aviation series on the website.

www.michaelsteindel.com

Job interview for a construction helper position.

Photography is being sold for hundreds of euros in an art auction.







07.03.2012


No answers yet.

Messi scores 5.

Want to go out alone for a beer, but don't.

45€ Berlin - Stockholm - Berlin with Ryanair.



05.03.2012


Writing an offer to airlines regarding my photo notebook believing a miracle can happen where someone finds the idea interesting.

Alone, bored, can't calm the worries down.

Still No internet. Do people still rent films?

"UP"



03.03.2012


From the market through Volkspark with my bike. Finally not to cold to ride.

Enrique Metinides opening at Kominek Gallery.

Eva is upset with the fact the photographer did not attend the injured passengers.

To the "Place clichy". Too drunk to take photos.

Alcoholism and my art career are being discussed in the kitchen till 06:00.





02.03.2012


Job interview as a trainee in a gallery.

I am dying to make my first steps into the scene.

I am dying to find a job.

And still I sit here.

It's hard to change.

Give me something.

I have been told that for a 100€ a month internship I am overqualified and my parents are not rich enough.