Frames from the Edge

I find that one can immediately

recognize a photo by Newton.

In my opinion,

that's where his genius lies.

Every great photographer's work

is distinguishable

among thousands

of other people's work.

Avedon's or Bourdin's work

is also highly distinct.

But for me, Helmut's work

is the most easily recognizable

when I look

through a stack of pictures.

Unless it is a very good copy,

which is extremely rare,

there are no good imitations

of Helmut's work.

Whatever he does is good,

because he did it.

Whoever tries to copy him

lacks the essence of his work.

A black and white picture

by Newton,

if I may compare it

to something,

has the quality

of a Matisse drawing.

He doesn't try to take

the place of the camera.

When you look

at his pictures,

especially the ones that

aren't staged or portraits,

he takes

the place of someone

who is observing

the scene as it happens.

I find that

to be very rare

in so called

sophisticated photography.

One might think

that there is an ideal

perspective for a face or a body

but his angle is always

slightly different.

He has

the eye of a voyeur

being an excellent observer

at the same time.

I have an older brother,

he is ten years older than I am,

and he always

wanted to be a farmer.

I always wanted to be

a reporter, since I was little,

with lots of different cameras

dangling around my neck,

wearing a Burberry coat

with a turned up collar,

and a big hat with

my Press Pass attached to it.

While other children wanted

to become train conductors,

I wanted to be

this crazy reporter.

I never really

have difficulties

in finding the right location

to shoot.

I'm like the carrier pigeon,

I follow my instinct,

and go where

I feel it's right.

Some people depict me like

a dog following a trail

or trying to find

the right spot to pee.

He keeps going

around in circles,

until suddenly he finds

the right place to pee,

or to photograph,

in my case.

And that's

how I do it.

This is my Berlin notebook.

I have many of them because

I have a very bad memory.

Here, for example,

is what's on the first page.

Paris.

Apparently,

it's not only Berlin.

Rosemary, no hand.

Telephone number.

This girl, I was told,

was very beautiful,

but had only one hand.

Fantastic!

I never saw her.

Here, a hotel in Paris

with a wonderful alcove

and old iron beds,

very pretty.

Too old, though, I 'm not really

into these things anymore.

Then, back to Berlin.

The word schlagsahne,

whipped cream.

A very important word for me,

whipped cream.

Von Stroheim, Von Stroheim,

don't know why he is here.

Monaco.

Hey, what's this?

Oh, and this

is very funny.

It is a list with the names

of whorehouses in Berlin.

Some journalist

gave it to me.

Very important,

very practical.

A little lower.

But watch the expression.

Too much

hair everywhere.

Stop.

Stay exactly like that.

Black light that we used,

for example,

in the pictures

we made in the past four days,

is very typical for Berlin.

It almost looks like

a picture treated with acid.

The sunlight

doesn't suit Berlin.

When I see the black lakes,

the black forests,

and those

heavy black clouds

that hang over the lakes

in summer, it fascinates me.

The light

is very penetrating.

And there is a lot of it,

it isn't dark,

it is a very

special quality of light.

Swimming pools, like

many other things in my work,

reflect my memories.

My photos, especially

in the past twenty years,

are mostly based on memories.

I photographed many women

who were excellent

swimmers or divers.

It fascinates me, a person,

a woman of course,

it could also be a man,

but for me it has to be a woman,

floating through the air

like a circus artist

hanging from a trapeze.

They flow or they fly,

you can only do that

over water or on a trapeze.

My parents used to

spend all their summer holidays

in spas, in big, elegant hotels.

Those days, I guess, that was

the fashionable thing to do.

So I spent a lot of time in

these huge, beautiful hotels.

They still have

a mysterious charm to me.

In a hotel you're a stranger,

it's not your home.

You sleep in a bed in which

many have slept before you,

and every day, week, month,

someone else stared

at the same walls.

I've always found that

to be very exciting,

actually somewhat erotic.

- You coming to dinner with us ?

- Yes, sure.

Listen, I'm worried

about the girl.

A broad with big tits

and everything.

Got something for me?

Oh, sure.

Don't worry, it's all set.

- What's your name, please?

- Michaela.

Thank you for coming,

it's very nice of you.

How tall are you?

I am one meter seventy four.

Right.

I'm making landscape

photography in Berlin.

I was born and raised here.

I'm very much into that.

The forests,

the lakes and so on.

How do you look

in a bikini?

Well, um, it's a little

hard to describe.

Do you have big breasts

or not?

I do!

Are they hot?

Quite hot.

Good, how are the legs?

Not bad!

Well, maybe I'm imagining that

there's a Berlin prototype that

I'd recognize on the street.

A tall, young girl, great body,

and something

in the color of her skin.

You know, when their coloring

is slightly bluish,

so white you can see the veins

shine through the skin.

That's probably because the sun

doesn't shine very much here.

Beautiful legs,

beautiful legs!

How much do you measure

around the chest?

Ninety.

Could you take

your shirt off, please?

You didn't recognize

that picture?

Which one?

Oh, yes!

Of course,

I took that picture.

That's funny.

What are you wearing

under that?

A bra.

Would you mind to...?

You can say no.

If you mind that's too bad.

No, I don't really mind.

Are you sure?

Yes, but it depends,

what are these pictures for?

It's fashion pictures.

All right, but I don't

want to be naked.

Only the torso.

This is for an ad campaign!

For billboards.

I really can't,

I would love to,

but I really

can't show nudity.

All right, then.

All right?

So why don't you take

that off now?

No problem,

if you don't want to.

I think we should

forget about it.

Very good,

thank you.

Goodbye, thanks.

I thought that such

an icon of photography

would be a snob

and everything.

But no,

he was very friendly.

Last year

I was so surprised.

When we were having lunch,

he was talking a lot.

It was very interesting

to listen to him,

there are not many men

with such experience.

So I listened

to him talking.

He said something funny.

A girl was hanging off

a helicopter

and he threw pieces

of red meat into the sea.

So, there were

all these sharks around her,

and he,

he was shooting pictures.

That makes me think of

the picture with the champagne.

You know, the champagne

thrown in the face.

Sometimes he does

stuff like that.

That's not very nice.

No, but there's not many

photographers who would do that.

Girls who want

to work with him know

that they will have to do

that kind of thing.

We are paid for doing this.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes