Marcel Winatschek

Every Street Corner Begging to Be Shot

Berlin is a hard city to photograph badly. There’s too much surface—cracked stucco, spray paint, that specific grey-blue light that flattens everything just enough to make it look considered. Point a camera at almost anything and it reads like a statement. Whether that’s the city’s actual character or just the accumulated weight of its history pressing down on every wall, I’m never certain, but the result is the same: three frames into any walk and I already have something worth keeping.