bits and pieces of Berlin

It was refreshing to catch Christmas away from Singapore once in a while.

Scrapes of images of my trip to share, some of them are experimentations with a very old, but just serviced Nikon 35mm F2.8

It belongs to my father and I dug it out of his drybox (he’s long forgotten it’s there), he’s also forgotten he owns TWO of the same lens, leading me to question why he spent money buying two of the same thing but he could not remember, he probably bought it when I was born, since the lens was produced around 1975 according to wikipedia checks.

I absolutely love it the vignette it produces. Modern day digital lenses somehow score points for being able to capture an image without a vignette. But why? It’s unnatural and goes against how cameras, like the pin-hole originally works.

There’s quite a mix of socialist architecture and some Baroque leftovers in Berlin. I can’t quite describe what it is – sometimes ugly, raw, confusing, but also beautiful.

Days ago I spotted intricate graffiti (perplexing right) mural of a roman pillar, painted on the walls of a rather bland apartment block. Such a brilliant idea for a dingy corner of the neighbourhood. If this were ever “commited” in Singapore, the government and our dear Town Council would have had the walls white-washed  in three working days.

Anyways, here are some images:

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Man window-shopping along Kurfurstendamm: Shops close really early in Berlin, just like the sun. I’ve been so spoilt by late night shopping along Orchard Road that this sorta emptiness had a rather haunting effect on me. But I like how people here aren’t overly consumed by mass culture and products. Even shops on ‘Stark reduction’ here are empty. So the sale is all mine = p

Right: View from my apartment window at 4pm. The colors you see on the road are due to melting snow.

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