a photo-shooting in the city
built between the 1920 and 1930, these rows of Gewofag social housing development in Neuhausen enjoy the protection of the city for its heritage value. Best enjoyed in the late afternoon, when the low sun beams brings the three-dimensionality of the details to the eye.
Not far from the habitation blocks of the Gewofag, the Kunstlerhof adds a new dimension to the neighbourhood. Old chained bicycles likely made to be here, waiting for the artist to come down her atelier with her smeared apron still on and take a ride to the café.
People walk or jog under the first warming sun of the coming spring possibly unaware that under the quietness of the little park on the banks of the Isar river on her pass through the center of Munich, the Maxwerk hydraulic power plant, housed in a baroque style building and of late embellished with street-art, generates 0,4MW power, enough to provide for 100 households in Munich.
grab a blanket, push the curtain aside, enter into the darkness of a cave of light and color, lay anywhere, listen, see, think, sleep.
Dust the paraffin off your clothes if you forgot laying on the blanket
In a mood for photographing I leave the exhibition of Toni Schneiders: Retrospective at the Kunstfoyer in the twilight for the tram and on my way home. Not two stations down the line a party of brightly lit shop displays around the Max–Joseph–Platz catch my attention and pull me out of the tram. They blind the squinted eye and the sensor.
when the night falls in Munich the Maximilianeum dresses up for the party with necklaces and bracelets of light.
Argentorato stands on his basement atop an allegorical fountain of flowing rock among slabs of water and looks now south towards the sources of the Isar. Where were you looking towards before you came here?
Audio Testing Area Andreas of the 5 days bed in and Michael Galeza play an experimental duo music session. Andreas in the guitar and the sampler and Michael in the drums.
some works of infrastructure happen to become social spaces of gathering like the Hackerbrücke and others become infamous places to run away from like the Paul-Heyse tunnel under the main train station in Munich.
Both works of infrastructure satisfy very well a practical need, and a comparison is from the very beginning unfair: We perceive bridges as beautiful works rather more often than we do about tunnels. But there are reasons why anyone would try to pass through this tunnel the swiftest the better: It is terribly noisy, dark, dirty, the tiled walls crumble, mucky water drops from the ceiling in several spots, way too narrow for bicyclists and pedestrians to use the sideways safely.
Yet, it is a landmark of Munich. Not one that you would like to show to any tourist, but one that tells a story. After all some stories are made of the words that aren’t said.