Fotograf Magazine

The first photograph that I saw by Andreas Weinand, which must have been fifteen years ago now, depicted depraved-looking young people at some sort of heavy metal party. It had been taken on a Christmas Eve in the late 1980s. I remember thinking then that the photographer must be some kind of tough guy. The photographs struck me as unbelievably harsh, full of an archaic power. They were, in the best sense of the word, atmospheric – instantly transporting me to a environment I wished to have nothing to do with. In another photograph from the same series, two young men stand on their hands in the pounding surf of a beach in Portugal. This picture had an equal force, an equal intensity, and the young pair portrayed here, I learned later, belonged to the same group of adolescents.