
2016 · Was zwischen den Sprüngen passiert.

2016 · Vier Porträts, ein Septembertag.
Archive story · 2016
Between the dives.
An arm around a shoulder. A hand meeting another hand. A microphone, medals and people standing together. The poolside has its own stories.
Close enough for a shared frame.

Two people stand side by side, arms around each other. The picture does not need a score to explain why it belongs here: the closeness is visible.
It is a different way into this weekend. Not from the top of the tower, but from where people meet after leaving the water.
A hand at the waterline.

A hand reaches up from the pool and meets a hand at the edge. The camera catches the high-five before the gesture is over.
There is no need to invent what either person said. The hands already give this frame its subject.
A moment to speak.

A microphone changes the rhythm. For this moment, attention moves from the next dive to a conversation at the poolside.
The original gives us the scene, not a transcript. It stays open to what can actually be seen: people speaking, someone listening and the pool as their backdrop.
Standing together.

The group photograph with medals gathers several people into one frame. Faces, shoulders and the objects in their hands become more important than the tower behind the competition.
Elsewhere in the series, Franziska Fritz appears with a medal. These photographs preserve the presentations without assigning a discipline or placing the original files do not establish.

More people, more of the year.
The year’s gallery continues beyond this short selection: flight and underwater images, presentations, another poolside portrait and the supplied portraits of Carmen Heeger, Bea Lang and Leon Enke.
Explore all 25 archive images ↗
Not every photograph needs to be a climax. Keeping the quieter frames makes room for more of the people who were part of the archive.
Around the podium.
These pictures do not stop with the people on the podium. They include the heads in front, the cameras and the scene around the edges. You do not have to be standing on a step to belong to the moment.




