Welcome dear reader…

I hope you’re feeling good today. Delved into a good book already? If so, that’s very nice. If not, well… I’d recommend you to do so now, if there’s even a small amount of time. Grab a cup of something nice to drink and get comfortable. While you’re waiting for the water for your tea to boil, I am going to introduce myself. 

My name is Rebekka. Hey there!

I’m a 27-year-old from Germany. I am a photographer, and a video maker. There are many things I like about my life and the world in general. I like my friends, laughing with them, driving with the windows down listening to music. I like nightly parties that last until sunrise, I like going out, visiting big cities, all this loud stuff.

But things that have some kind of silent and discrete beauty upon them make me feel content in a unique way and have always done so. Though I believe and am convinced that „beauty is always superficial“ (Donna Tartt, The Secret History) I have to confess that it is not only beauty on the inside I like. I love how old books look and feel, which counts among „outward appearance“, I think. I love a beautiful photo, and one that becomes meaningful by how it looks. A splash of milk slowly mixing with my morning coffee is a beautiful sight, too. As is a candle silently burning in the darkest hours of the night.

The written word I love because it has both, beauty on the inside as well as on the outside. I find a well-constructed sentence is one of the most aesthetically pleasing things the world can come up with. And it can reach my heart in more ways than superficial beauty can. To me, written words mean strength. They give people the power to express themselves, to be themselves, to show their braveness and be noticed.

In contrast, what I certainly don’t like at all are people telling me that if I like books, I am socially incompetent. And neither do I like people stating that a person who regularly reads is generally very lonely and does not know how to enjoy life. This simply isn’t true. In many cases, even the opposite is. Reading enables you to think and therefore develop deep conversations with the people around you. To me, reading means being introverted when I feel like it and becoming more outgoing again afterwards. And writing means to silently retreat inwards for a certain time after having actively experienced and tasted an inspiring part of the world. 

Well, enough of that. The core of what I wanted to state is: Do never, never ever feel ashamed for liking a book that is meaningful for you.

Coming to the formalities: I became a photographer and filmmaker after studying social sciences and working as a journalist for several years. It took me a few tries, and it still does, but I really am into what my life is becoming, what it’s growing into right now. And after years of abandoning it a bit (because I had to realize that writing for a living doesn’t necessarily mean having the energy to write in your free time as well) I finally managed to blow some dust off my beloved blog, to share what kinds of beauty (superficial or not) there are in my life. And specifically in the books I read and the pictures I take.

Hope you enjoy 🙂