Trousers: Network Blazer: Zara Top: Beymen Club Shoes: Paoli Ballerinas
Today was great, more than great, I think the word I am looking for is interesting. I’ve been out for a brunch with my cousin this morning and later I’ve been taking pictures at this amazingly photogenic place called Rote Fabrik (red factory). So far, so good. I did not plan to have a shoot their, but when I drove past it this afternoon, I quickly checked myself in the mirror, thought I looked fine and decided to go for it. I reckoned it’d be a interesting contrast between the come down factory and myself being suited all up.
As usual, I unpacked my camera and tripod, chose myself a background setting and started to position my camera. Suddenly, different people came by and approached me. “What are you doing?”, “Nice camera!” the other said. I explained that I was shooting pictures for my blog, and that I thought the factory was the perfect, urban background to my street style pictures. Never has it occurred to me, that so many people were actually interested in what was happening around them. Soon, I started chatting with two elderly gentlemen, one an artist, the other and architect. Sadly, my camera’s batteries went low and I couldn’t ask them for a picture.
It occurred to me that when you come to those washed-down places, unexpected things happen. And why? Simple answer: people who choose to march to a different drummer gather around places that march to a different drummer. The atmosphere around the Rote Fabrik is so cool and chilled, yet colourful and lively. Within those 40 minutes I had spent there taking pictures and chatting to the boys, I noticed a difference. The difference between those places and the chic and fancy ones. Less boundaries, less rules.