When we were walking home from my son’s football training crossing a railway bridge at Gesundbrunnen we saw a heavy cloud arching over the Fernsehturm. Der Himmel über Berlin. It was impressive, people stopped on their bikes to look at it. “Looks like a black rainbow”, said my son. And then the very next day in Mitte I photographed a Belgian teenager with dyed hair and stitches under his black eye (the result of a bicycle accident). These photos clicked together so well. Never-ending autumn, romantic concrete landscapes, sensitive young people wearing bomber jackets, a world stuck in the cold wave melancholia. These photos were incarnations of the visual clichés of the city of Berlin. These clichés may come to you through music, architecture, fashion; to me they came through photography (Michael Schmidt!). I think they are a reason why a lot of us have chosen to live here and sometimes – for me at least – this cold imagery works as a kind of visual comfort blanket. I decided to take it easy, enter a photographic comfort zone and for some time not look for anything new. Simply enjoy the safe and known and let the cliché live.