As a child I often had this dream that there was another world behind the mirror. As soon as I closed my eyes tight and slipped away into the dreamland I suddenly found myself in our living room where there was this big mirror hanging; pulling me to come closer and closer. Curiosity was paired with fear of what was going to happen, but wanting to know what was behind there was always stronger than giving in to just run away again. I gently lifted the precious glass and an endless seeming slide revealed itself among the darkness of the night. More curageous than previously I slided down, fast and always faster until I reached this other world, that was calmly waiting there for me with curious beings, a pastel-coloured ambience and always different tales. I still feel the warmth and excitment of the memories I took out of this nightly adventure and I was totally sure that this world didn´t just exist in my dreams. Those dreams slowly vanished and as I grew up the only thing I saw in the mirror was my own reflection. But I also came to realize that all these marvels have anyhow always been within myself.
images by Julian Martin
model Madison Louch
text by Sigrun Guggenberger
