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ANNETTE PEHRSSON B A R B O R A M R A Z KOVA DOROTHEA STUDTHOFF EVELINA JONSSON H E L E N KO R PA K JILL WILLCOTT J OA N A SA LTA JULEA DICHTE KYRA VROMEN LEO TAGE MARTIN PETERSEN MICHELLE FLEMING N A S T YA P I L E P C H U K NINA HÜPEN BESTENDONK RAPHAELA ANOUK R OW E N A WA AC K TYYNY LIINA


we don’t change our appearance while sleeping, we just don’t care anymore. we look as nice, stupid, pretty or dumb as we do, when we are awake. the only difference is, that we don’t notice.


H E L E N KO R PA K

H EL EN KORPAK I S LI V I N G I N F I N L A N D A N D I S C U R R E NT LY S T U DY I NG P HOTOGRAPH Y AT T HE A A LTO U N I V E R SI T Y OF ART & D E S I G N I N H EL S I NK I .

where have you been, where do you like to go?

d id yo u s l eep wel l l as t n ig h t?

I like to go anywhere, from strange places in my

Last night wasn’t very good.Too short and I had a

surroundings to far away countries.

nightmare, too.

I love change of scenery and traveling in general. what’s your photography like?

so yo u a re d rea m i ng a l o t? At night time, yes. Sometimes I’m not sure if I like it

That’s a hard question to answer - I often feel like

or not, I have a lot of unpleasant dreams. But at least

I don’t necessarily have a style, although other people

its interesting! When it comes to daydreams I try to

might not agree. It’s hard to be objective & analytical

accomplish things rather than dream about them.

when it comes to own work. I hope it could be described as honest and maybe emotional?

a fu n n y s to r y w i th a s l eepi n g bag ?

I have a few personal reasons behind my obsession

I went to music camp each summer when I was a kid,

with the camera, but it’s also very much about just

and I’d always sleep in a sleeping bag for weeks after

doing something which makes me feel happy &

getting home because of the immediate nostalgia.

accomplished. I’m motivated by progress, too. W W W. H E L E N KO R PA K . C O M H E L E N @ H E L E N KO R PA K . C O M


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WHAT I’VE DREAMED OF

OF WHAT I CALL LOVE

I’LL DREAM OF

AND I DREAM OF


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Mr. Edwaldo cramps cream got so tired these days,

How can he dare! Edwaldo is speechless… & to crown

he’s hardly able to keep himself up. He is just lying un-

it all, the doorbell is ringing and Edwaldo has to let the

der the blanket and dreaming about what has happened

visitor in, because the Mini Drugus is not allowed to

in his long, long life. He has dived so deeply into sleep

leave his tapes. Bongi is already on the treshold and

that he doesn’t even realize Bingi coming. Bingi wants

glances into the flat. He looks quite tired and Edwaldo

to wake him up, because a visitor is expected, but it’s

offers him a nap in his bed - but what is this? The Mini

not easy to bring Edwaldo back to life. After ten min-

Drugus has left his place and is now lying next to Bingi!

utes of trying, Bingi has the idea to pull the blanket

He wakes up as the three come into the room and takes

from Edwaldo’s body. It works! Edwaldo is a bit con-

his place immediately.

fused at first, he doesn’t know where he is, but then he remembers the bed and the visitor.

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Bongi occupies the bed without hesitation, Bingi is still sleeping and Edwaldo wishes a good night to both

He decides to get up and sits down next to the Mini

Bongusses. Half an hour later, Bingi can’t sleep any-

Drugus who is delighted to have company again after

more and wants to wake up Bongi who is sleeping like

the lonesome job to be a warden for tapes. The Mini

a stone. What a shame, the visitor is sleeping! Suddenly

Drugus & Edwaldo are talking for a while when Ed-

they all hear Bongi’s giggle & they know, Bongi is now

waldo discovers an impudence: Bing Bongus is sleeping!

telling a very exciting, hefty dream...


I can’t sleep since I’m unhappy in love.

ILLUSTRATIONS BY JULEA DICHTE


S INCE TH E DAY I WATC HE D YOU SLE E P …


…I’M MISSING THE SENSATION OF DISSOLVING,

… I ’ M MI SSI N G T HE S ENSAT I O N F DISSO LV I NG , THEOMOMENT I FALL ASLEEP. T H E M O M ENT I FAL L AS L E EP.


& OF R E A SSE MBLI N G MYSE LF W HEN I AWAK E .


it would have been a compelling story. if i wouldn’t have been asleep at that time. there were great things happening, all around the world, and directly at my feet, but i don’t know about them & never will, because i was in the land of sleep, where even greater things happened.


Jill Willcott WW W.JIL LWIL LCOTT.COM WWW.FL IC KR.COM/PHOTOS /JIL LWI LL JIL L IANWIL LCOTT06@HOTM AIL .CO M


IN MY HOUSE the soft s ou nd of s oc k s o n t he flo o r.

b re a k fa s t, w h i c h m e a n t po u r i n g c e r e a l i n to a

h is o wn so cks in a de ligh tfu lly q u ie t hou s e. he

b ow l, c ho o s i n g a bo o k a n d th e n s i tti n g d o w n

r u bbed his face with h is p a lms a nd his e ye s

a t t he t a bl e, a bs o r be d i n th e bo o k w h i l e s h o v-

w i t h his knuckle s to s hake t ha t ve r y pleas-

ing c e re a l i n h i s m o u th. o n c e o r tw i c e a d r o p

ant and eerie sensation off. as if t he world ha d

of milk fe l l o n th e pa g e o f th e bo o k , bu t h e

s to pp ed wh ile he was s lee p ing, e ve r yt hing

didn’ t mi n d . o n e o f th o s e m o r n i n g s. o n e o f

s o cal m , o r s o it s e e me d. it w a s n’ t t ha t long

t hos e b oo k s, w h i c h a r e f i n e e v e n w i th s o m e

a g o, when he came home from his holida ys,

drop s of spi l l e d m i l k . h e pr e f e r r e d th i s to n o t

h e’d been at th e s e a, th e wea t he r t he s t orm a

re a ding w h i l e ha v i n g br e a k fa s t.

c o n st ant r oar the re. th e cons t a nt nois e w a s a s cal m ing as th e quie tne s s h e re. it w a s hig hly

a fte r s h o we r i ng he co m bed th r o u g h

e n jo yabl e, the s imple act of le a ning a ga ins t

h is t h in , g reyi s h hai r. w h e n h e l o o k e d a t

the wi n d , tr ying to not g e t sa nd t hrow n in his

his fa c e i n th e m i r r o r, th e r e s e e m e d to be s o

e yes an exhaus ting act. nothing ou t of t he or -

ma ny line s. a l m o s t o n l y l i n e s. a r o u n d th e e ye s,

di n ar y an d at th e s ame time a ll of it. t he mo -

on t he for e h e a d , a r o u n d th e m o u th. h e c o u l d

men t at home, whe n th e h ot t e a hit t he t a s t e of

g e t los t in w a tc h i n g th o s e l i n e s, w h e r e th e y

the sea in his mouth is h is fa vorit e. t he s a lt y

s t a rt e d, w h e r e th e y e n d e d , h o w th e y m o v e d

tea get s wa s he d out of h is m ou t h, p u s he d int o

w it h his fa c e. bu t n o t to d a y. h e s e e m e d to f l o a t

h is m em o r y. the re was no ta s t e of s a lt y s e a w a -

t oda y on a o n to p o f h o u r s pa s s i n g by, n o d d i n g

ter t o be pus he d out of his mou t h now, w hile

a t him a n d i n th e a f te r n o o n , th e y ga v e h i m a

h e was wa nde ring with a te a c u p t hrou g h his

t hu mb s u p, w h i c h m a d e h i m ta k e o u t th e po-

h o use, o n l y th e b it of dr y ne s s on his t ong u e,

t a t oe s. c u tti n g th e m i n to c h u n k s, l a yi n g th e m

the sen sat ion of his pillow aga ins t his c he e k .

ou t on a sh e e t, r e a d i n g to s h o v e th e m i n to th e ove n. s lic i n g a n d d i c i n g v e g e ta bl e s, f r yi n g

l ig h t a ciga ret te, l ight a mo r n in g. h e

t he m t he ti n i e s t bi t. w a s h i n g pa r s l e y, s ti r r i n g

s tar t ed t o think ab out what needed to be done

s a u c e. t he k i tc h e n s ta r te d to f i l l w i th s te a m

today. an old f rie nd would b e c oming b y for

a nd t he n o i s e o f bu bbl i n g f o o d a n d th e s m e l l s

di n n er, and he s till ne e de d t o p la n ou t, w ha t

of a ll of i t. s e tti n g th e ta bl e f o r tw o pe o pl e.

h e mi ght cook. firs t thou g h, he p re p a re d

he w a s t o o e a r l y w i th a l l o f th i s, th e f o o d


was d o n e, waiting in th e o ve n, s o he s a t dow n

b e ca u s e h e s ti l l ha d to d r i v e ba c k . w h e n tha t

again, t r ying to re ad. b u t he a lw a ys fou nd

e ve ning w o u l d be o v e r, th e r e w o u l d be n o s to -

i t hard to conce ntrate on s ome t hing w he n he

rie s t o t el l a f te r w a rd s, n o th i n g ha ppe n e d tha t

m ight be inte rr upte d at any t ime. it g ot da rk ,

c ou ld b e pu t i n to w o rd s, n o th i n g o f r e l e v a n c e.

his fr i end was too late b y now, s o he p ou re d

no re ve l a ti o n s, n o s e c r e ts, n o th i n g f u n n y th e

him sel f a glas s of wine a nd s mok e d, w a t c h -

ca t did o r s i m i l a r. a l l tha t ha ppe n e d w a s, tha t

i n g t he s moke dis turb the a ir a rou nd him.

he re a liz e d h o w m u c h h e ha d m i s s e d h i s f r i e n d

t he d o o r b e ll rang. he g re et e d his frie nd, t he y

in t he ye a r s th e y l i v e d i n d i f f e r e n t pa r ts o f

hugged l ig htly and the f rie nd a p olog ize d for

t he c ou n tr y. i t f e l t s o g r e a t to ha v e h i m ba c k .

bei n g l ate. he move d j us t re c e nt ly in t he a re a,

t he y g ot u p, h i s f r i e n d pu t o n h i s c o a t, th e y

al t ho ugh th e two of the m kne w e a c h ot he r for

hu g g e d a ga i n , th e ha n d s o n e a c h o th e r s ba c k s

m o r e t han thirty ye ars. b ut t he re w a s a dive r-

a nd t he n th e f r i e n d l e f t. w h e n th e ca r - n o i s e s

sio n o n th e way, he los t t he w a y a nd t ha t ’s

dis a p p e a r e d , i t s e e m e d a ga i n s o q u i e t, th e w a y

why he was late. he s mile d a t his frie nd, of-

he a p p r e c i a te d s o m u c h. h i s be d r o o m w a s a s

fer ed him a g las s of wine a nd for a mome nt

w hit e a n d c l e a n a s e v e r, w a i ti n g f o r h i m l i k e

t hey were j us t s itting on t ha t t a b le, s miling

e ve r y ni g h t a n d h e l i k e d tha t a l o t. bu t i s w a s

at each oth e r and te lling ea c h ot he r s t orie s of

g e t t ing w i n te r. m a y be, w h e n h e w i l l w e n e x t

p eo pl e and place s. th e food w a s g ood.

mor ning, th e r e w i l l be s n o w o u ts i d e o f h i s w indow. tha t w o u l d be n i c e.

t hey just ke pt s itting at t he t a b le, op p os it e o f each oth e r, h is frie nd cou ldn’ t drink mu c h, 27

TEXT: DOROTHEA STUDTHOFF PHOTO: JILL WILCOTT


Joana SaltA & oskar


J OA N A S A LTA WAS BORN IN LISBON

& LIVES NOW IN BERLIN. SHE IS A SCIENTIST AND CURRENTLY DOING HER PHD IN ORGANIC CHEMISTRY.


h o w wo ul d you des cribe yo u r st yle ?

so va ?

This is a really hard question! I guess I can say I am

Sova and sleep bring really different thoughts and

very spontaneous when it comes to taking pictures.

words to my mind since in Portuguese sova means

I don’t think a lot about what to photograph, I just

“beating, caning, thrashing” completely opposite

know when I see it and normally I never do more

words that come to my mind when I think about

than one try for a picture. Since I just photograph

sleeping like “quiet, dreams, comfort”.

parts of my daily life my style and my pictures can chance a lot depending of what is surrounding me at

so me t h i n g el s e?

the time, if I have free time, if I am back home in

I am always surprised but grateful when people ap-

Portugal or if I am just working, all this have an

proach me because of my pictures. It has a lot of

impact in my pictures.

meaning to me especially because there are so many good works in photography right now & so many people that I admire so much. I would really like to thank everyone who likes what I do

what d o you e njoy i n yo u r free t ime ? I like to walk around Berlin and just turn on a street that I have never turned before. You can discover nice places by accident! Lately I have been addicted do mixcds and playlists. I have the most random ideas or thoughts and I can

WWW.F LI C KR. COM/ PE OPLE / S UGAR_ KANE

always create a playlist for them. I also enjoy doing

J OAN A .SALTA@ GMAI L. CO M

all the artwork for the cover and packages. Doing a PhD is very time and mind consuming so sometimes I like to enjoy the quiet of my home. Read some book or discover amazing bands that I had never listen before.

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PUBLIC BLOWJOBS


M Y P H OTOS AR E E I T HE R BEAUTIFUL B UT BOR I NG OR SHI T BUT COOL. M Y G OAL I S TO CONNECT BOTH.


i come from a very, very small village near the baltic sea, germany where there’s nothing going on. so after

what dreams does your camera have? to take photos of a huge gangbang scene.

dropping out of school & staying home for half a year being suicidal, i decided to move to berlin.

my motivation today is to find new locations, maybe new people, new themes, so that i could improve

originally i wanted to study fashion, but then three

myself. doing photographs. and over all, it’s such a

years later, after acquiring some exposure to sewing

nice thing to hang out with people, be creative and

and business, i realized that there were many more

have some nice pictures afterwards.

ways of expression that i wanted to discover. so now, to explore each of these, i’m going to apply to study

where did you sleep last night & how was it?

fine arts. currently i’m simply living in berlin, being

after watching half of a trashy stone age soft porno

paid by the government for doing small jobs, being

with senta berger at a friend’s place, i slept alone

creative, meeting people, going to shows, having

in my bed preparing for my following six hours of

several music projects & searching for new

sleep, before going to an appointment at the job

experiences every day.

center, one last day before christmas. fortunately, i got a call at eight in the morning saying that the guy

from seeing the therapist to having public blow-

was sick and i would not have to go. then i tried to

jobs, from appointments in the job center to peeing

sleep again, laying there changing positions for one

on new acquaintances, from being so bored to seeing

hour and finally fell sleep again until half past 11.

no sense in life anymore, this is what i do.what i like is change. i want to experience as much as possible and

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this is why i try to stay open minded for everyone and

WE N A@ GMX. NE T

everything all the time, trying to follow my inner self.

WW W.F LI C KR. COM/ PHOTO S / W N APROD


I O N LY WA N T YO U TO M E E T M E , I F YO U F E E L L I K E I T. A N D W H E N YO U ’ L L L E AV E M E , T H E N S AY I T A N D D O I T. I N T I M E . D O N ’ T WA S T E T H E WO R D LOV E . DON’T YELL AT ME AND LET ME FINISH, WHEN I’M TALKIN G. I R E S P E C T YO U , J U S T T H E WAY YO U A R E L AY I N G H E R E I N F R O N T O F M E , O R W H AT ’ S L E F T O F YO U A N Y WAY – YO U R B O N E S . S TAY S E N S I T I V E , E V E N N O W. DON’T GET UPSET ABOUT THE WORMS, YO U WO N ’ T N OT I C E T H E M A N Y WAY. I ’ L L C O M E B AC K S O M E DAY A N D V I S I T YO U AGA I N . WHILE SHARING THE SILENCE, NO ONE GOES SHORT.

S E E

Y O U

L A T E R …

BT W: FORGET THE SOUL. THERE IS NONE.


E D I T I O N & L AYO U T BY Martin Petersen www.colourcritique.com

T YPEFACES YASASHII by Ryoichi Tsunekawa FUTURA by Paul Renner HOEFLER by Jonathan Hoefler

COVER Helen Korpak www.helenkorpak.com

2 Text: Dorothea Studthoff Photo: Kyra Vromen

3 – 7 Helen Korpak www.helenkorpak.com

8 Michelle Fleming www.flickr.com/photos/michellefleming Quote: Soap & Skin – Sleep

9 - 11 Kyra Vromen www.flickr.com/photos/imaginedlife

12 Nina Hüpen-Bestendonk www.smaracuja.de

13 Raphaela Anouk raben–schwarz.blogspot.com

14 Martin Petersen

15 Tyyny Liina www.tyynyliina.net

16 – 2 0 Julea Dichte marie-eliese-alerich@gmx.de

21 Text: Dorothea Studhoff Photo: Jill Willcott


22 – 24 Jill Willcott www.jillwillcott.com

25 Evelina Jonsson www.evelinajonsson.com

26 & 27 Text: Dorothea Studhoff Photo: Jill Willcott

2 8 – 31 Joana Salta www.flickr.com/photos/sugar_kane

32, 33 & BACK Leo Tage-Hansen www.flickr.com/photos/tage

34 & 35 Annette Pehrsson www.annettepehrsson.se

3 6 – 41 Rowena Waack www.flickr.com/photos/wnaprod

42 & 43 Nastya Pilepchuk www.flickr.com/photos/boyarishnick

44 Text: Jens Rachhut Free translation: Dorothea Studhoff Photo: Martin Petersen

45 Barbora Mrazkova www.barboramrazkova.com

THANKS TO Karin Petersen, Jürgen Sierck, Dorothea Studhoff, Jeff Hemmer, All the contributors, distributors & readers of Sova Magazine

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