“A friend of mine had got it into his head to buy a sixties American station wagon he’d seen advertised in the South of France, and drive it back to Berlin. And so it came about that four of us took a plane to Toulouse, where we rented a car to make our way into the French backcountry. In a continual drizzle, we reached the old farm where this supposed vintage gem was being kept.
We’d been told over the phone that the car was rust-free and the engine purred like a young kitten. Let’s just say that this didn't exactly correspond with reality, and having seen the car, my friend decided to pass. Still, the seller kindly offered us food and a glass of wine, which we felt we should accept to be polite. Inside his house, he served us goose bones with something rather indeterminable — but the wine was amazing.
We really didn’t want this trip to end as a failed mission, so our friend managed to find another vintage car for sale in the same area — a white Plymouth built in 1966. We went there the next day, and he just decided to go for it.
So now we had a twenty-hour drive ahead of us. It was around 5 degrees Celsius outside, and as evening fell, the temperature inside the car suddenly plummeted. Because as it turned out, my friend’s new pride and joy had a slight issue: the heating didn’t work. We had originally expected this trip to be a two-day affair, so nobody had brought any proper spare clothes. In the boot, we found a completely filthy USA blanket, which we draped over ourselves on the back seat. When we stopped for a quick break and to fill up the tank, Helge started running round and round the car, completely overtired and still wrapped in the blanket. That’s how this shot came about.”
Born in Berlin in 1970 – a committed photographer who is not afraid to exert himself. Contrasts are the most important thing to him. His Herr Fischer bittet zu Tisch series was nominated for the 2015 KOLGA Award.