İstanbul

The night streets smell of warm beer and the sea, which is somewhere nearby, though not visible. The city seems to have fallen silent, but in fact it is simply breathing along with those who are not yet tired of loving. Under the streetlights, everything is mixed together - laughter, cigarette smoke, and music that no one is playing on purpose.

There is a special magic in these Istanbul nights: an ordinary bench turns into a stage, a touch into a promise, and silence into a dance. Then everything will fade into memory, but somewhere between the German “stay” and the Turkish “dear,” something that cannot be put into words will remain forever.

Tone: Andre Mogimi

Camera: Jacob Joico and Marty Fischer

Editing: Philip Kern