| photography

With amaze and tremble

„I want the unobtainable. I want to photograph the air which surrounds the us, the beauty of the air in which we are, and that is nothing short of impossible.“

50 Portraits from Havana

If one matters, everyone matters

Men from the streets Havanas.

„If you can see a thing whole…it seems that it’s always beautiful. Planets, lives… But up close, a world’s all dirt and rocks. And day to day, life’s a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern. You need distance… The way to see how beautiful the earth is, is to see it as the moon. The way to see how beautiful life is, is from the vantage point of death.“

Balanced Velocity

Street Photography in Havana.

(Quote from ‚HAVANA HOURS‚ Imitation of Innocence by José Ramón Fajador)

Streets lined with mansions that have fallen prey to the poison ivy of time. Silently, they oppress their long-spanning incertitude, being a witness of the years and the history. All these years, all these stories. We can see people walking down the streets, lost in thought, with faces of everyday’s haze of indifference, while others are immersed in the surrounding setting, barely standing out.

Magazines

JR | portraiture

In this issue we see a selected collection of the latest portraiture work.

Havana

60 Pages

in conversation with:
Jose Miguel Alonso
„… and we became butterflies“

Havana Hours

80 Pages

Magazine with 72 images photographed
in May and June 2014 in Havanna, Cuba

Players

16/17 Seasons issue for the Residenztheater München.

Rules

40 Pages

with a collection of short storys : „Ein Tag zuviel“
by Konstanze Seifert

Books

Havana Hours | enigma profunda

HAVANA HOURS | enigma profunda Photography by Joerg Alexander Reichardt
Photo Book with 114 Images, 210 Pages Size 12’ x 12’ / 30 x 30 cm

Imitation of Innocence accompanying text by José Ramón Fajador Atanes / translation by Fruzsina Jesse
at the blurb bookstore or download pdf of the book

God's View

The Dingle Peninsula is one of the most beautiful regions on Ireland’s West Coast. At almost every turn there are spectacular views of mist-covered mountains and wild stretches of uninhabitable coastline where deep fissures have been carved, over the centuries, by the pounding waves of the Atlantic Ocean.

Walking trough this landscape I kept an abstract ‚point of view‘ in mind, even so by walking I was in a quiete cumbersome position, but the landscape was enlightning me.

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