When I was a child I was used to leaf through old issues of the Stern magazine. After the adults had read the magazines, I was allowed to play around with them. I didn’t care for the articles, but I cared for the photos. I did not knew the photographers, I even did not knew a thing about photography, – but the images were magic to me and the photographers were nameless, god-like wizards.
Very much later, when I already switched from Marvel comics to real books, I discovered, one after another, three photo books in the public library of my hometown: Weegees “New York”, Anders Petersens “Cafe Lehmitz” and Jürgen Baldigas “Bambule”. All three books touched me in my heart and taught me that photography can be emotional and poetical far beyond my imagination.
Thank you all.