one man. one camera. one vision.
a thousand stories told in pictures.
1 EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT
A man walks down the street, the camera on one shoulder, the backpack with the heavy equipment casually hanging down on the other. Django, his loyal friend, accompanies him.
So, you want to know something about me.
Where I come from. My story.
The story is quite simple.
2 EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT (CONTINUED)
All my life, I can't help but imagine
everything someone tells me. I visualize
all of it. Always. This is sometimes
wonderful and sometimes quite exhausting.
My mind simply pictures everything
I hear, think, remember or dream.
The man stops for a moment. He raises his camera and looks through the viewfinder – a flash lights up the night.
The images are inside me.
So many pictures. So many stories.
For that reason alone, I have to shoot film.
I wouldn’t know what else to do
with my life that’s worthwhile anyway.
3 EXT. CITY STREET - PHOTO LAB ENTRANCE - NIGHT
The man's name is Bennet Jarke. He is a passionate filmmaker, storyteller, aesthetic addict and cinemalover! Shooting film is his creative soul. Photography, music and acting is how he recharges.
You can recognize his work by a cinematic look and feel in the most aesthetic way.
For me, it’s all about craft – the image itself.
It’s about the understanding of light
and shadows – the own style and a black and white
that blows me away.
4 INT. PHOTO LAB - DARKROOM - NIGHT
Bennet mixes up some chemicals. He swivels the plastic tub and looks intently at the sheet of photo paper, which sways back and forth in the liquid.
It’s important to understand photography
and how a picture is made. In the lab,
through the viewfinder, in the lens, in the mind.
Because in the end, film is nothing more
than 24 frames per second and the sound
of a film running through the camera
is the most beautiful music I know.
Bennet hangs the pictures on a clothesline and attaches small clothespins. He looks at all the pictures very carefully. One after the other. A smile runs across his face.
FADE TO BLACK.
„It’s not what you look at what matters, it’s what you see.“ – Thoureau