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ANNETTE PEHRSSON B A R B O R A M R A Z KOVA DOROTHEA STUDTHOFF EVELINA JONSSON H E L E N KO R PA K JILL WILLCOTT J OA N A SA LTA JULEA DICHTE KYRA VROMEN LEO TAGE MARTIN PETERSEN MICHELLE FLEMING N A S T YA P I L E P C H U K NINA HÜPEN BESTENDONK RAPHAELA ANOUK R OW E N A WA AC K TYYNY LIINA
we don’t change our appearance while sleeping, we just don’t care anymore. we look as nice, stupid, pretty or dumb as we do, when we are awake. the only difference is, that we don’t notice.
H E L E N KO R PA K
H EL EN KORPAK I S LI V I N G I N F I N L A N D A N D I S C U R R E NT LY S T U DY I NG P HOTOGRAPH Y AT T HE A A LTO U N I V E R SI T Y OF ART & D E S I G N I N H EL S I NK I .
where have you been, where do you like to go?
d id yo u s l eep wel l l as t n ig h t?
I like to go anywhere, from strange places in my
Last night wasn’t very good.Too short and I had a
surroundings to far away countries.
nightmare, too.
I love change of scenery and traveling in general. what’s your photography like?
so yo u a re d rea m i ng a l o t? At night time, yes. Sometimes I’m not sure if I like it
That’s a hard question to answer - I often feel like
or not, I have a lot of unpleasant dreams. But at least
I don’t necessarily have a style, although other people
its interesting! When it comes to daydreams I try to
might not agree. It’s hard to be objective & analytical
accomplish things rather than dream about them.
when it comes to own work. I hope it could be described as honest and maybe emotional?
a fu n n y s to r y w i th a s l eepi n g bag ?
I have a few personal reasons behind my obsession
I went to music camp each summer when I was a kid,
with the camera, but it’s also very much about just
and I’d always sleep in a sleeping bag for weeks after
doing something which makes me feel happy &
getting home because of the immediate nostalgia.
accomplished. I’m motivated by progress, too. W W W. H E L E N KO R PA K . C O M H E L E N @ H E L E N KO R PA K . C O M
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WHAT I’VE DREAMED OF
OF WHAT I CALL LOVE
I’LL DREAM OF
AND I DREAM OF
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Mr. Edwaldo cramps cream got so tired these days,
How can he dare! Edwaldo is speechless… & to crown
he’s hardly able to keep himself up. He is just lying un-
it all, the doorbell is ringing and Edwaldo has to let the
der the blanket and dreaming about what has happened
visitor in, because the Mini Drugus is not allowed to
in his long, long life. He has dived so deeply into sleep
leave his tapes. Bongi is already on the treshold and
that he doesn’t even realize Bingi coming. Bingi wants
glances into the flat. He looks quite tired and Edwaldo
to wake him up, because a visitor is expected, but it’s
offers him a nap in his bed - but what is this? The Mini
not easy to bring Edwaldo back to life. After ten min-
Drugus has left his place and is now lying next to Bingi!
utes of trying, Bingi has the idea to pull the blanket
He wakes up as the three come into the room and takes
from Edwaldo’s body. It works! Edwaldo is a bit con-
his place immediately.
fused at first, he doesn’t know where he is, but then he remembers the bed and the visitor.
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Bongi occupies the bed without hesitation, Bingi is still sleeping and Edwaldo wishes a good night to both
He decides to get up and sits down next to the Mini
Bongusses. Half an hour later, Bingi can’t sleep any-
Drugus who is delighted to have company again after
more and wants to wake up Bongi who is sleeping like
the lonesome job to be a warden for tapes. The Mini
a stone. What a shame, the visitor is sleeping! Suddenly
Drugus & Edwaldo are talking for a while when Ed-
they all hear Bongi’s giggle & they know, Bongi is now
waldo discovers an impudence: Bing Bongus is sleeping!
telling a very exciting, hefty dream...
I can’t sleep since I’m unhappy in love.
ILLUSTRATIONS BY JULEA DICHTE
S INCE TH E DAY I WATC HE D YOU SLE E P …
…I’M MISSING THE SENSATION OF DISSOLVING,
… I ’ M MI SSI N G T HE S ENSAT I O N F DISSO LV I NG , THEOMOMENT I FALL ASLEEP. T H E M O M ENT I FAL L AS L E EP.
& OF R E A SSE MBLI N G MYSE LF W HEN I AWAK E .
it would have been a compelling story. if i wouldn’t have been asleep at that time. there were great things happening, all around the world, and directly at my feet, but i don’t know about them & never will, because i was in the land of sleep, where even greater things happened.
Jill Willcott WW W.JIL LWIL LCOTT.COM WWW.FL IC KR.COM/PHOTOS /JIL LWI LL JIL L IANWIL LCOTT06@HOTM AIL .CO M
IN MY HOUSE the soft s ou nd of s oc k s o n t he flo o r.
b re a k fa s t, w h i c h m e a n t po u r i n g c e r e a l i n to a
h is o wn so cks in a de ligh tfu lly q u ie t hou s e. he
b ow l, c ho o s i n g a bo o k a n d th e n s i tti n g d o w n
r u bbed his face with h is p a lms a nd his e ye s
a t t he t a bl e, a bs o r be d i n th e bo o k w h i l e s h o v-
w i t h his knuckle s to s hake t ha t ve r y pleas-
ing c e re a l i n h i s m o u th. o n c e o r tw i c e a d r o p
ant and eerie sensation off. as if t he world ha d
of milk fe l l o n th e pa g e o f th e bo o k , bu t h e
s to pp ed wh ile he was s lee p ing, e ve r yt hing
didn’ t mi n d . o n e o f th o s e m o r n i n g s. o n e o f
s o cal m , o r s o it s e e me d. it w a s n’ t t ha t long
t hos e b oo k s, w h i c h a r e f i n e e v e n w i th s o m e
a g o, when he came home from his holida ys,
drop s of spi l l e d m i l k . h e pr e f e r r e d th i s to n o t
h e’d been at th e s e a, th e wea t he r t he s t orm a
re a ding w h i l e ha v i n g br e a k fa s t.
c o n st ant r oar the re. th e cons t a nt nois e w a s a s cal m ing as th e quie tne s s h e re. it w a s hig hly
a fte r s h o we r i ng he co m bed th r o u g h
e n jo yabl e, the s imple act of le a ning a ga ins t
h is t h in , g reyi s h hai r. w h e n h e l o o k e d a t
the wi n d , tr ying to not g e t sa nd t hrow n in his
his fa c e i n th e m i r r o r, th e r e s e e m e d to be s o
e yes an exhaus ting act. nothing ou t of t he or -
ma ny line s. a l m o s t o n l y l i n e s. a r o u n d th e e ye s,
di n ar y an d at th e s ame time a ll of it. t he mo -
on t he for e h e a d , a r o u n d th e m o u th. h e c o u l d
men t at home, whe n th e h ot t e a hit t he t a s t e of
g e t los t in w a tc h i n g th o s e l i n e s, w h e r e th e y
the sea in his mouth is h is fa vorit e. t he s a lt y
s t a rt e d, w h e r e th e y e n d e d , h o w th e y m o v e d
tea get s wa s he d out of h is m ou t h, p u s he d int o
w it h his fa c e. bu t n o t to d a y. h e s e e m e d to f l o a t
h is m em o r y. the re was no ta s t e of s a lt y s e a w a -
t oda y on a o n to p o f h o u r s pa s s i n g by, n o d d i n g
ter t o be pus he d out of his mou t h now, w hile
a t him a n d i n th e a f te r n o o n , th e y ga v e h i m a
h e was wa nde ring with a te a c u p t hrou g h his
t hu mb s u p, w h i c h m a d e h i m ta k e o u t th e po-
h o use, o n l y th e b it of dr y ne s s on his t ong u e,
t a t oe s. c u tti n g th e m i n to c h u n k s, l a yi n g th e m
the sen sat ion of his pillow aga ins t his c he e k .
ou t on a sh e e t, r e a d i n g to s h o v e th e m i n to th e ove n. s lic i n g a n d d i c i n g v e g e ta bl e s, f r yi n g
l ig h t a ciga ret te, l ight a mo r n in g. h e
t he m t he ti n i e s t bi t. w a s h i n g pa r s l e y, s ti r r i n g
s tar t ed t o think ab out what needed to be done
s a u c e. t he k i tc h e n s ta r te d to f i l l w i th s te a m
today. an old f rie nd would b e c oming b y for
a nd t he n o i s e o f bu bbl i n g f o o d a n d th e s m e l l s
di n n er, and he s till ne e de d t o p la n ou t, w ha t
of a ll of i t. s e tti n g th e ta bl e f o r tw o pe o pl e.
h e mi ght cook. firs t thou g h, he p re p a re d
he w a s t o o e a r l y w i th a l l o f th i s, th e f o o d
was d o n e, waiting in th e o ve n, s o he s a t dow n
b e ca u s e h e s ti l l ha d to d r i v e ba c k . w h e n tha t
again, t r ying to re ad. b u t he a lw a ys fou nd
e ve ning w o u l d be o v e r, th e r e w o u l d be n o s to -
i t hard to conce ntrate on s ome t hing w he n he
rie s t o t el l a f te r w a rd s, n o th i n g ha ppe n e d tha t
m ight be inte rr upte d at any t ime. it g ot da rk ,
c ou ld b e pu t i n to w o rd s, n o th i n g o f r e l e v a n c e.
his fr i end was too late b y now, s o he p ou re d
no re ve l a ti o n s, n o s e c r e ts, n o th i n g f u n n y th e
him sel f a glas s of wine a nd s mok e d, w a t c h -
ca t did o r s i m i l a r. a l l tha t ha ppe n e d w a s, tha t
i n g t he s moke dis turb the a ir a rou nd him.
he re a liz e d h o w m u c h h e ha d m i s s e d h i s f r i e n d
t he d o o r b e ll rang. he g re et e d his frie nd, t he y
in t he ye a r s th e y l i v e d i n d i f f e r e n t pa r ts o f
hugged l ig htly and the f rie nd a p olog ize d for
t he c ou n tr y. i t f e l t s o g r e a t to ha v e h i m ba c k .
bei n g l ate. he move d j us t re c e nt ly in t he a re a,
t he y g ot u p, h i s f r i e n d pu t o n h i s c o a t, th e y
al t ho ugh th e two of the m kne w e a c h ot he r for
hu g g e d a ga i n , th e ha n d s o n e a c h o th e r s ba c k s
m o r e t han thirty ye ars. b ut t he re w a s a dive r-
a nd t he n th e f r i e n d l e f t. w h e n th e ca r - n o i s e s
sio n o n th e way, he los t t he w a y a nd t ha t ’s
dis a p p e a r e d , i t s e e m e d a ga i n s o q u i e t, th e w a y
why he was late. he s mile d a t his frie nd, of-
he a p p r e c i a te d s o m u c h. h i s be d r o o m w a s a s
fer ed him a g las s of wine a nd for a mome nt
w hit e a n d c l e a n a s e v e r, w a i ti n g f o r h i m l i k e
t hey were j us t s itting on t ha t t a b le, s miling
e ve r y ni g h t a n d h e l i k e d tha t a l o t. bu t i s w a s
at each oth e r and te lling ea c h ot he r s t orie s of
g e t t ing w i n te r. m a y be, w h e n h e w i l l w e n e x t
p eo pl e and place s. th e food w a s g ood.
mor ning, th e r e w i l l be s n o w o u ts i d e o f h i s w indow. tha t w o u l d be n i c e.
t hey just ke pt s itting at t he t a b le, op p os it e o f each oth e r, h is frie nd cou ldn’ t drink mu c h, 27
TEXT: DOROTHEA STUDTHOFF PHOTO: JILL WILCOTT
Joana SaltA & oskar
J OA N A S A LTA WAS BORN IN LISBON
& LIVES NOW IN BERLIN. SHE IS A SCIENTIST AND CURRENTLY DOING HER PHD IN ORGANIC CHEMISTRY.
h o w wo ul d you des cribe yo u r st yle ?
so va ?
This is a really hard question! I guess I can say I am
Sova and sleep bring really different thoughts and
very spontaneous when it comes to taking pictures.
words to my mind since in Portuguese sova means
I don’t think a lot about what to photograph, I just
“beating, caning, thrashing” completely opposite
know when I see it and normally I never do more
words that come to my mind when I think about
than one try for a picture. Since I just photograph
sleeping like “quiet, dreams, comfort”.
parts of my daily life my style and my pictures can chance a lot depending of what is surrounding me at
so me t h i n g el s e?
the time, if I have free time, if I am back home in
I am always surprised but grateful when people ap-
Portugal or if I am just working, all this have an
proach me because of my pictures. It has a lot of
impact in my pictures.
meaning to me especially because there are so many good works in photography right now & so many people that I admire so much. I would really like to thank everyone who likes what I do
what d o you e njoy i n yo u r free t ime ? I like to walk around Berlin and just turn on a street that I have never turned before. You can discover nice places by accident! Lately I have been addicted do mixcds and playlists. I have the most random ideas or thoughts and I can
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always create a playlist for them. I also enjoy doing
J OAN A .SALTA@ GMAI L. CO M
all the artwork for the cover and packages. Doing a PhD is very time and mind consuming so sometimes I like to enjoy the quiet of my home. Read some book or discover amazing bands that I had never listen before.
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PUBLIC BLOWJOBS
M Y P H OTOS AR E E I T HE R BEAUTIFUL B UT BOR I NG OR SHI T BUT COOL. M Y G OAL I S TO CONNECT BOTH.
i come from a very, very small village near the baltic sea, germany where there’s nothing going on. so after
what dreams does your camera have? to take photos of a huge gangbang scene.
dropping out of school & staying home for half a year being suicidal, i decided to move to berlin.
my motivation today is to find new locations, maybe new people, new themes, so that i could improve
originally i wanted to study fashion, but then three
myself. doing photographs. and over all, it’s such a
years later, after acquiring some exposure to sewing
nice thing to hang out with people, be creative and
and business, i realized that there were many more
have some nice pictures afterwards.
ways of expression that i wanted to discover. so now, to explore each of these, i’m going to apply to study
where did you sleep last night & how was it?
fine arts. currently i’m simply living in berlin, being
after watching half of a trashy stone age soft porno
paid by the government for doing small jobs, being
with senta berger at a friend’s place, i slept alone
creative, meeting people, going to shows, having
in my bed preparing for my following six hours of
several music projects & searching for new
sleep, before going to an appointment at the job
experiences every day.
center, one last day before christmas. fortunately, i got a call at eight in the morning saying that the guy
from seeing the therapist to having public blow-
was sick and i would not have to go. then i tried to
jobs, from appointments in the job center to peeing
sleep again, laying there changing positions for one
on new acquaintances, from being so bored to seeing
hour and finally fell sleep again until half past 11.
no sense in life anymore, this is what i do.what i like is change. i want to experience as much as possible and
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this is why i try to stay open minded for everyone and
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everything all the time, trying to follow my inner self.
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I O N LY WA N T YO U TO M E E T M E , I F YO U F E E L L I K E I T. A N D W H E N YO U ’ L L L E AV E M E , T H E N S AY I T A N D D O I T. I N T I M E . D O N ’ T WA S T E T H E WO R D LOV E . DON’T YELL AT ME AND LET ME FINISH, WHEN I’M TALKIN G. I R E S P E C T YO U , J U S T T H E WAY YO U A R E L AY I N G H E R E I N F R O N T O F M E , O R W H AT ’ S L E F T O F YO U A N Y WAY – YO U R B O N E S . S TAY S E N S I T I V E , E V E N N O W. DON’T GET UPSET ABOUT THE WORMS, YO U WO N ’ T N OT I C E T H E M A N Y WAY. I ’ L L C O M E B AC K S O M E DAY A N D V I S I T YO U AGA I N . WHILE SHARING THE SILENCE, NO ONE GOES SHORT.
S E E
Y O U
L A T E R …
BT W: FORGET THE SOUL. THERE IS NONE.
E D I T I O N & L AYO U T BY Martin Petersen www.colourcritique.com
T YPEFACES YASASHII by Ryoichi Tsunekawa FUTURA by Paul Renner HOEFLER by Jonathan Hoefler
COVER Helen Korpak www.helenkorpak.com
2 Text: Dorothea Studthoff Photo: Kyra Vromen
3 – 7 Helen Korpak www.helenkorpak.com
8 Michelle Fleming www.flickr.com/photos/michellefleming Quote: Soap & Skin – Sleep
9 - 11 Kyra Vromen www.flickr.com/photos/imaginedlife
12 Nina Hüpen-Bestendonk www.smaracuja.de
13 Raphaela Anouk raben–schwarz.blogspot.com
14 Martin Petersen
15 Tyyny Liina www.tyynyliina.net
16 – 2 0 Julea Dichte marie-eliese-alerich@gmx.de
21 Text: Dorothea Studhoff Photo: Jill Willcott
22 – 24 Jill Willcott www.jillwillcott.com
25 Evelina Jonsson www.evelinajonsson.com
26 & 27 Text: Dorothea Studhoff Photo: Jill Willcott
2 8 – 31 Joana Salta www.flickr.com/photos/sugar_kane
32, 33 & BACK Leo Tage-Hansen www.flickr.com/photos/tage
34 & 35 Annette Pehrsson www.annettepehrsson.se
3 6 – 41 Rowena Waack www.flickr.com/photos/wnaprod
42 & 43 Nastya Pilepchuk www.flickr.com/photos/boyarishnick
44 Text: Jens Rachhut Free translation: Dorothea Studhoff Photo: Martin Petersen
45 Barbora Mrazkova www.barboramrazkova.com
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