Alone, somewhere in nowhere Several years ago, I visited my friends at their farm in southern France. They live on the edge of the „Vercors“, a lonely and wild area with alpine character. Together we went with a horse, packed with chainsaws and scythes on a pass that should be …
Allein, irgendwo im nirgendwo Vor einigen Jahren habe ich meine Freunde auf ihrem Hof in Südfrankreich besucht. Sie leben am Rande des „Vercors“, einer einsamen und wilden Gegend mit alpinem Charakter. Gemeinsam zogen wir mit einem Pferd, bepackt mit Motorsägen und Sensen auf einen Pass, der für die Schafe und …
Ayoub weaving life What comes to your mind when you close your eyes and think of Marrakech? This is what I see: the stoic patience of the donkeys, colorful and long robes, exotic odors and sacks of spices, the music of the Gnaoua, mountains of leather skins in a backyard, …
Having tea with friends This moring, shortly after sunrise. Half an hour from Marrakech, the Atlas mountains on the horizon, closed to the dried out „Oued Tensift“ river. There is a smell of chicken shit in the air and somebody burns plastics nearby. This f…cking hotel really is in the …
A clean cut at midnight On my last evening in Marrakech, I came by this barber. Although it was already midnight, he still was busy with some paper work. The street in the Medina was still crowded and some old men were sitting in front of his shop. A barber …
Sihmed and the Hammam’s heat When I travel in a relatively poor country, sometimes I find myself thinking in terms of „how can you live like this… these people almost own nothing and yet, they are happy… maybe even happier than we are…“ and I hate myself for this, because …
Heute Morgen, kurz nach Sonnenaufgang. Eine halbe Stunde ausserhalb von Marrakesch, Blick auf den Hohen Atlas, am ausgetrockneten Flussbett vom „Oued Tensift“. Überall stinkt es nach Hühnerkacke, jemand verbrennt Plastik. Ich kann es nicht glauben, aber dieses verfickte Hotel ist wirklich am Arsch der Welt. Ich gehe raus. Fünf Meter …
„Your assignment for this week is called ’sidewalk’“, Frank said. „Are there further instructions, how this should be understood?“, Jerry wanted to know. „No“, said Frank. „It is up to you and what you make out of it.“ Shot on a Fujifilm X-T2, 27mm f/2.8
Lukas Hermsmeier arbeitete als Reporter in Berlin, bevor er 2014 nach New York zog. Von dort aus schreibt er für verschiedene deutsche und US-amerikanische Medien. Mehr erfahren: Website von Lukas Hermsmeier Lukas auf Twitter Martin: Hallo Lukas, du bist freier Journalist und lebst seit drei Jahren in New York. Ich …
In January 2017, a friend of mine invited me to join him to New York. As he sold his company two years ago, he was working as a self-employed consultant and travelled around the world to meet customers. It was the first time for me to visit this city so …