So this is good-bye.
Today is the last day of the year and because everyone is talking about it, I will, too.
Enjoy "my" 2008.
In JANUARY, I joined Nicolas for the German (and world!) premiere of his movie "Die Tränen meiner Mutter" at Max Ophüls film festival in Saarbrücken, Germany. Even though Alejandro and Nicolas didn't win the main category, young actress Alice Dwyer got the award as best upcoming actress for her role as punk girl Sik. I met tons of great people and watched some breathtaking movies.
Tränen-director Alejandro tells me about his movie.
ZDF-editor Burghard Althoff.
Actress Alice Dwyer.
Nicolas after having dinner in my kitchen.
In FEBUARY, Jochen and I obtained tickets for the Berlinale film festival in Berlin. We saw too many movies and couldn't tell which ones we saw afterwars. Six or seven a day was the record I guess.
My boyfriend Nicolas.
Alice.
In MARCH, I packed my stuff and went off for my second home town, Washington D.C. After eight hours of flying, a lost suitcase, almost being shot by the airport security for trying to get it back, a hand full of tears, some pricy phone calls, a horrifying bus ride and some metro cruising, I finally reached Jenny's apartment at Adam's Morgan. The night at the Hilton with complimentary first class foot, wine and flattering company was a fair compensation. While my sister studied hard for her master's degree in International Affairs at John's Hopkins' SAIS campus during the following days, I... well... went shopping - HARD! Afterwards I finally got the chance to reunite with my lovely US-host family from back in the days, the Stoddards. At the kitchen table with David, Karen, Heather and Ashley, I felt as if I hadnever left. Another lovely appointment was a dinner with my ex-boyfriend's parents which was lovely.
Sparrow congress at Adam's Morgan.
A duck by the reflection pool.
Metro escalation at Woodley Park/Zoo.
Kilkenny Street was my home during the school year of 2001/2002.
The Stoddard's lovely house.
Host mum Karen had a little too much wine.
Host dad Dave talking politics as usual.
Ashley just played with the wine since she wasn't 21 yet. Sike.
Heather already was.
I love them, too.
Airport action at Dulles International.
In APRIL, my weird Swedish room mate (finally) moved out all of the sudden and I tried to celebrate the joy of finding a new one. I found Lea, a girl for kitchen action, tea parties and long movie nights. The apartment is still a bit dirty (my sister said), but it feels much better to come home now.
Flea market sculpturism.
Lea.
In MAY, my photographic career finally went rolling. A friend of a friend organized an interview shooting for the finance magazine Cash from where (with delay) I got my first CASH for printed photos. I got the chance to visit my hometown of 2006 - Hamburg - and besides shooting an investment banker, I saw my lovely former room mates and visited the news room of my former job at Livingathome.de. Just a few days later I kicked off to photograph the first online soap-opera "They call us Candygirls" (please, this is not my title) as a set photographer for MySpace. From then on, I got rich (not really, but it sounds good, doesn't it?).
Flatmate reunion with Philipp and Tinka.
Candygirl and Candyman.
Candyboy.
Cooking with Anders.
Enjoying the first sunrays of the year.
In JUNE, I turned 24 and feel very old and bourgeois now. On top of that, instead of getting drunk and party hard, I cooked dinner for my closest friends. Oh my god. I also went home to see my brother and sister.
Kat on her birthday, a few days before mine.
Amelie being sweet.
Somehow I got them jumping and they wouldn't stop.
In JULY, Jochen, Alice and I took a trip to Alice's roots in southern France. Driving Jo's mum's Audi felt much better (and cooler) than my little purple rust bucket. Thanks to Alice unclouded enthusiasm, we inspected numerous cathedrals and churches AND went to McDonald's almost everyday (and every day, we vowed afterwards NEVER to come back (which - obviously - was a lie)). Most of the rest of the time we sat on the roof top patio of Alice's dad's house in Naucelle, killing wasps, drinking wine and eating tons of great French cheese. A luxery that stressed the scale a bit. I also had my first job as a wedding photographer and later on, Ashley, my host sister from the US, came by for a night in Berlin.
Stop during the first traffic jam on our way to France.
Then: Speed.
Naucelle's graveyard.
Our staple food äääh drink.
Alice was crowned as wine princess and wrapped in flowers.
First it was cheese, later I was chubby.
We couldn't complain.
Jochen called it my "floral period".
At some point, the wine was missing.
We'll rot in hell.
The wedding.
Who thought this would ever happen? Ashley trying not to fall asleep in my kitchen.
Alice came to Berlin, too.
In AUGUST, we enjoyed the summer in the city. Spending the days at the lake perfectly distracted me from writing my term papers to finally complete my university career. Even though I got them done at some point, I am still matriculated. The bachelor thesis is still waiting to be started. In the meantime, I took headshots of actors in Berlin to pay the rent and went home for a bit.
Skinny dipping at Teufelssee with Stina, Sven and Jochen.
On the way back to the car, a wild pig tried to scare us.
My sister Amelie and her doll.
Moritz on the swing.
Nicolas' nephew Felician.
Lydia was my first headshot job.
In SEPTEMBER, I visited Nicolas in northern Germany, we went to Hamburg and to the northern sea. After spending the night at a weird esoteric homestead, we had some ice cream at the wadden sea and took a nap surrounded by a flock of sheep. What a great experience. Romantic, indeed. I also applied for journalism school in Berlin with my little reportage/portrait of the last perfumer of the city.
Birds over the dike.
The wadden sea.
The sheep.
Mr. Lehmann is the last perfumer of his kind.
In OCTOBER, I went back to university to get my ass kicked for graduation. Because I didn't know what to write my thesis about, I now attend another practical course in interview and TV moderation with the former chief editor of Heute-Journal in ZDF, Ruprecht Eser. My friend Stina left the warm nest and started her master's degree in Hamburg.
Stina moved to Hamburg.
Kat.
Nicolas riding the S-Bahn.
In NOVEMBER, my sister Jenny visited me twice in Berlin. We ate weird fish at an Asian restaurant, went shopping, slept out and had a brunch with our long lost god father Wolfgang, my mom and her boyfriend. After Jenny was gone, Nicolas and I went to Münster to celebrate the theatre premiere of "Die Tränen meiner Mutter", which started in theatres throughout Germany then. Also, the journalism school wrote me back and told me 49 other people and I were picked out of 1600 applicants for the final examination. Yippieh. I also got featured by an online magazine for my photography. By the end of the month, we celebrated Nicolas birthday, saw Death Cab for Cutie and went to a bar.
Waiting for Jenny at Tegel Airport.
Jenny in my kitchen.
Isa.
Martina.
Anja.
My mom after shopping cardigans with me.
Nicolas all excited at his film premiere.
Alice Dwyer.
Nicolas DJing his birthday bash.
Death Cab for Cutie on stage.
At the concert.
Julia watching Death Cab for Cutie.
Corinna and Carsten at Prassnik.
Rainy november days in Berlin.
In December, the actors came back and wanted tons of photos. I now have an oral exclusive contract with an acting agency and will photograph all of their actors, which is great. Sadly, the journalism school wrote me another letter before the holiday marathon started and told me that the examinations (and also the programm) were momentarily cancelled due to financial problems. So by the end of the year, the crisis hit me, too. Christmas was great though, with useful presents, way too much food and way too many bottles of prosecco. My little sibblings got a Nintendo Wii for Christmas and I am now addicted. Donations for my own one can be transfered to my bank account. Thank you. Oh, and my car got towed, it is falling apart and almost exploded the other day while I was driving it. Thanks to Nicolas it is now working in an acceptable manner, but probably won't do it for that much longer. Donations are welcome...
The actors.
My brother Moritz plays Wii.
He won.
Merry Christmas.
My grandfather and I after Christmas.
Grandfather Alexander.
Still life at home.
Frosty leaves.
Winter idyll.
Now I am praying (not really, but I prentend) that this year I won't have to spend new year's eve on the toilet like last year. I am thinking about new options besides forcing myself to be optimistic that journalism school will be refinanced (like going to New York or doing a master's degree or just taking photos or.........) and am happy to be alive and healthy. AMEN.
All photos: Carolin Weinkopf
Enjoy "my" 2008.
In JANUARY, I joined Nicolas for the German (and world!) premiere of his movie "Die Tränen meiner Mutter" at Max Ophüls film festival in Saarbrücken, Germany. Even though Alejandro and Nicolas didn't win the main category, young actress Alice Dwyer got the award as best upcoming actress for her role as punk girl Sik. I met tons of great people and watched some breathtaking movies.
Tränen-director Alejandro tells me about his movie.
ZDF-editor Burghard Althoff.
Actress Alice Dwyer.
Nicolas after having dinner in my kitchen.
In FEBUARY, Jochen and I obtained tickets for the Berlinale film festival in Berlin. We saw too many movies and couldn't tell which ones we saw afterwars. Six or seven a day was the record I guess.
My boyfriend Nicolas.
Alice.
In MARCH, I packed my stuff and went off for my second home town, Washington D.C. After eight hours of flying, a lost suitcase, almost being shot by the airport security for trying to get it back, a hand full of tears, some pricy phone calls, a horrifying bus ride and some metro cruising, I finally reached Jenny's apartment at Adam's Morgan. The night at the Hilton with complimentary first class foot, wine and flattering company was a fair compensation. While my sister studied hard for her master's degree in International Affairs at John's Hopkins' SAIS campus during the following days, I... well... went shopping - HARD! Afterwards I finally got the chance to reunite with my lovely US-host family from back in the days, the Stoddards. At the kitchen table with David, Karen, Heather and Ashley, I felt as if I hadnever left. Another lovely appointment was a dinner with my ex-boyfriend's parents which was lovely.
Sparrow congress at Adam's Morgan.
A duck by the reflection pool.
Metro escalation at Woodley Park/Zoo.
Kilkenny Street was my home during the school year of 2001/2002.
The Stoddard's lovely house.
Host mum Karen had a little too much wine.
Host dad Dave talking politics as usual.
Ashley just played with the wine since she wasn't 21 yet. Sike.
Heather already was.
I love them, too.
Airport action at Dulles International.
In APRIL, my weird Swedish room mate (finally) moved out all of the sudden and I tried to celebrate the joy of finding a new one. I found Lea, a girl for kitchen action, tea parties and long movie nights. The apartment is still a bit dirty (my sister said), but it feels much better to come home now.
Flea market sculpturism.
Lea.
In MAY, my photographic career finally went rolling. A friend of a friend organized an interview shooting for the finance magazine Cash from where (with delay) I got my first CASH for printed photos. I got the chance to visit my hometown of 2006 - Hamburg - and besides shooting an investment banker, I saw my lovely former room mates and visited the news room of my former job at Livingathome.de. Just a few days later I kicked off to photograph the first online soap-opera "They call us Candygirls" (please, this is not my title) as a set photographer for MySpace. From then on, I got rich (not really, but it sounds good, doesn't it?).
Flatmate reunion with Philipp and Tinka.
Candygirl and Candyman.
Candyboy.
Cooking with Anders.
Enjoying the first sunrays of the year.
In JUNE, I turned 24 and feel very old and bourgeois now. On top of that, instead of getting drunk and party hard, I cooked dinner for my closest friends. Oh my god. I also went home to see my brother and sister.
Kat on her birthday, a few days before mine.
Amelie being sweet.
Somehow I got them jumping and they wouldn't stop.
In JULY, Jochen, Alice and I took a trip to Alice's roots in southern France. Driving Jo's mum's Audi felt much better (and cooler) than my little purple rust bucket. Thanks to Alice unclouded enthusiasm, we inspected numerous cathedrals and churches AND went to McDonald's almost everyday (and every day, we vowed afterwards NEVER to come back (which - obviously - was a lie)). Most of the rest of the time we sat on the roof top patio of Alice's dad's house in Naucelle, killing wasps, drinking wine and eating tons of great French cheese. A luxery that stressed the scale a bit. I also had my first job as a wedding photographer and later on, Ashley, my host sister from the US, came by for a night in Berlin.
Stop during the first traffic jam on our way to France.
Then: Speed.
Naucelle's graveyard.
Our staple food äääh drink.
Alice was crowned as wine princess and wrapped in flowers.
First it was cheese, later I was chubby.
We couldn't complain.
Jochen called it my "floral period".
At some point, the wine was missing.
We'll rot in hell.
The wedding.
Who thought this would ever happen? Ashley trying not to fall asleep in my kitchen.
Alice came to Berlin, too.
In AUGUST, we enjoyed the summer in the city. Spending the days at the lake perfectly distracted me from writing my term papers to finally complete my university career. Even though I got them done at some point, I am still matriculated. The bachelor thesis is still waiting to be started. In the meantime, I took headshots of actors in Berlin to pay the rent and went home for a bit.
Skinny dipping at Teufelssee with Stina, Sven and Jochen.
On the way back to the car, a wild pig tried to scare us.
My sister Amelie and her doll.
Moritz on the swing.
Nicolas' nephew Felician.
Lydia was my first headshot job.
In SEPTEMBER, I visited Nicolas in northern Germany, we went to Hamburg and to the northern sea. After spending the night at a weird esoteric homestead, we had some ice cream at the wadden sea and took a nap surrounded by a flock of sheep. What a great experience. Romantic, indeed. I also applied for journalism school in Berlin with my little reportage/portrait of the last perfumer of the city.
Birds over the dike.
The wadden sea.
The sheep.
Mr. Lehmann is the last perfumer of his kind.
In OCTOBER, I went back to university to get my ass kicked for graduation. Because I didn't know what to write my thesis about, I now attend another practical course in interview and TV moderation with the former chief editor of Heute-Journal in ZDF, Ruprecht Eser. My friend Stina left the warm nest and started her master's degree in Hamburg.
Stina moved to Hamburg.
Kat.
Nicolas riding the S-Bahn.
In NOVEMBER, my sister Jenny visited me twice in Berlin. We ate weird fish at an Asian restaurant, went shopping, slept out and had a brunch with our long lost god father Wolfgang, my mom and her boyfriend. After Jenny was gone, Nicolas and I went to Münster to celebrate the theatre premiere of "Die Tränen meiner Mutter", which started in theatres throughout Germany then. Also, the journalism school wrote me back and told me 49 other people and I were picked out of 1600 applicants for the final examination. Yippieh. I also got featured by an online magazine for my photography. By the end of the month, we celebrated Nicolas birthday, saw Death Cab for Cutie and went to a bar.
Waiting for Jenny at Tegel Airport.
Jenny in my kitchen.
Isa.
Martina.
Anja.
My mom after shopping cardigans with me.
Nicolas all excited at his film premiere.
Alice Dwyer.
Nicolas DJing his birthday bash.
Death Cab for Cutie on stage.
At the concert.
Julia watching Death Cab for Cutie.
Corinna and Carsten at Prassnik.
Rainy november days in Berlin.
In December, the actors came back and wanted tons of photos. I now have an oral exclusive contract with an acting agency and will photograph all of their actors, which is great. Sadly, the journalism school wrote me another letter before the holiday marathon started and told me that the examinations (and also the programm) were momentarily cancelled due to financial problems. So by the end of the year, the crisis hit me, too. Christmas was great though, with useful presents, way too much food and way too many bottles of prosecco. My little sibblings got a Nintendo Wii for Christmas and I am now addicted. Donations for my own one can be transfered to my bank account. Thank you. Oh, and my car got towed, it is falling apart and almost exploded the other day while I was driving it. Thanks to Nicolas it is now working in an acceptable manner, but probably won't do it for that much longer. Donations are welcome...
The actors.
My brother Moritz plays Wii.
He won.
Merry Christmas.
My grandfather and I after Christmas.
Grandfather Alexander.
Still life at home.
Frosty leaves.
Winter idyll.
Now I am praying (not really, but I prentend) that this year I won't have to spend new year's eve on the toilet like last year. I am thinking about new options besides forcing myself to be optimistic that journalism school will be refinanced (like going to New York or doing a master's degree or just taking photos or.........) and am happy to be alive and healthy. AMEN.
All photos: Carolin Weinkopf
careaux - Wed Dec 31, 16:45
steppenhund - Wed Jan 7, 01:25
Real story telling pictures. Congratulations for getting money for your talent. Portrait photography seems to be your real strength.
Good luck in 2009!
Good luck in 2009!
a really
i thank you for it