A face, but whose face? It gazes at us with a melancholic and thoughtful expression. Or perhaps, more accurately, he gazes past us. Above him, the bare shoulder of a young woman, and below him, a child holding what I think is a watercolor palette. He’s placed in a spot where they sell a lot of vintage furniture—pieces that were once worthless and are now worth much more.
In Berlin, there are two vintage and flea markets that I love to visit: the RAW Gelände and the market at Prenzlauer Berg. I actually prefer the second one, but there are fewer walls to photograph. There used to be a wall, but that’s where people were once shot trying to cross.