My hometown – the city that shaped me.

 

I was born in Berlin, raised between old facades and cracked asphalt, between playgrounds and grey courtyards. My first images weren’t taken with a camera – they were absorbed with my eyes, as a child who was constantly in awe. I remember the clattering trams, the cold light in the backyards, the flickering tension of the city in the 1980s.

 

Berlin taught me how to see – not through classic beauty, but through contrast. The broken, the incomplete, the in-between. As a photographer, I return to those places again and again – not to document them, but to have a conversation with them.

 

Since the fall of the Wall, Berlin has changed dramatically – and it keeps evolving. Some places vanished, others reinvented themselves. I keep discovering new contrasts, new layers, new angles. My camera doesn’t look for the obvious – it searches for what pulses just beneath the surface.

 

Each photograph is both a memory and a new perspective. For me, Berlin is a city that never stands still. And that’s exactly where its truth lies.