Nick De Marco
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Vienna Cafe - New photo book on blurb
Focussing on the wonderful tradition of the Vienna Kaffeehaus, my new book "Vienna Cafe" views the city from the coffee house.
Here is a brief review of it, and link to it, from my blog: http://rangefinderchronicles.blogspot.de/2014/09/vienna-cafe-new-photo-book-on-blurb.html
L1004073 by nickdemarco, on Flickr
L1004636 by nickdemarco, on Flickr
L1004638 by nickdemarco, on Flickr
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Thanks
Nick
Focussing on the wonderful tradition of the Vienna Kaffeehaus, my new book "Vienna Cafe" views the city from the coffee house.
Here is a brief review of it, and link to it, from my blog: http://rangefinderchronicles.blogspot.de/2014/09/vienna-cafe-new-photo-book-on-blurb.html
L1004073 by nickdemarco, on FlickrL1004636 by nickdemarco, on FlickrL1004638 by nickdemarco, on FlickrPlease take a look
Thanks
Nick
kanzlr
Hexaneur
I do like the last one. Especially as I like sitting at that very table myself from time to time 
robert blu
quiet photographer
For sure an interesting subject full of history and that special charm of an already gone era.
robert
robert
Spider67
Well-known
Great photos of the Café Central, and the Prückel. You caught the Spirit.
Greetings from...Vienna
Des
Greetings from...Vienna
Des
bobbyrab
Well-known
Sorry Nick, perhaps a stupid question, are there nine images including front cover, back cover and author photo, or is the Blurb book just a taster?
Nick De Marco
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No there is about 100 pages
Thanks for the various comments
Thanks for the various comments
Nick De Marco
Well-known
The book preview on blurb was previously just the first 15 pages. I have re-set it so you can view the whole book:
http://www.blurb.co.uk/books/5567656-vienna-cafe
http://www.blurb.co.uk/books/5567656-vienna-cafe
Anthony Harvey
Well-known
Your book is superb, Nick. I've just come across it on your website and now here, and would have sent my warm appreciation sooner had I found it before. The photos not only have real feeling in the mood they present but they also show a great sense of composition with the right balance between the critical elements of the people and the setting in which they find themselves. The text adds to the power of the images, and there’s always the historical tradition that goes with it.
Incidentally I get the same feeling from Peter Turnley’s Paris photos, a sort of diary of his café life in Paris, his home city. (See his Parisians and his photo-blog on his facebook site).
It’s interesting that such traditional coffee houses and cafés often have such a close connection with cultural and intellectual life. In Paris, for example, one thinks of Kertész, Brassai, Picasso etc between the wars, and Sartre, de Beauvoir and others during and soon after.
A few points that made your book more poignant for me. Through my work and entirely by chance I recently came into contact with a lady in London whose grandparents had owned two of the well-known coffee houses in pre-war Vienna and in a sense were thus hosts to the individuals who were a part of the intellectual life in those cafés between the wars. They escaped the Nazis and got to London, settling in the Swiss Cottage and Finchley Road areas of north London. The lady I know was thus brought up in that part of London and, as a young girl, was taken by her grandparents to cake shops, coffee houses and restaurants in the area that were often peopled by refugees and intellectuals, such as the Dorice, the Cosmo and the Swiss Patisserie. (Fay Weldon worked as a waitress in the Dorice and refers to it briefly in her memoir of her early years). The connection is that my wife’s childhood was in the same area and she too was taken to the same cake shops.
The lady also told me that the family managed to save photographs of the two coffee houses, and that these have been shown in an exhibition in the UK. I don’t see her very often but next time we have contact I’ll find out more about them.
Last year BBC Radio did a documentary about the Viennese who managed to escape the Nazis to live in the same area of London, especially the Finchley Road, a very long road. It was so populated with German-speaking Viennese that during and after the war the local bus conductors used to shout in a kindly and affectionate way, “Next stop Finchleystrasse!”
I very much look forward to more of your books in the coffee house/ café series.
Incidentally, being a coffee aficionado myself and someone who loves having water served with the coffee, I wonder if you drink the coffee first or second. I used to prefer to drink coffee first and then water to clear the palate, or at least to soften longer term flavour which can be harsh, but recently I’ve reversed the order and it seems to do the same thing but more effectively. Strange, really.
All the best, and thanks again for a great book.
Incidentally I get the same feeling from Peter Turnley’s Paris photos, a sort of diary of his café life in Paris, his home city. (See his Parisians and his photo-blog on his facebook site).
It’s interesting that such traditional coffee houses and cafés often have such a close connection with cultural and intellectual life. In Paris, for example, one thinks of Kertész, Brassai, Picasso etc between the wars, and Sartre, de Beauvoir and others during and soon after.
A few points that made your book more poignant for me. Through my work and entirely by chance I recently came into contact with a lady in London whose grandparents had owned two of the well-known coffee houses in pre-war Vienna and in a sense were thus hosts to the individuals who were a part of the intellectual life in those cafés between the wars. They escaped the Nazis and got to London, settling in the Swiss Cottage and Finchley Road areas of north London. The lady I know was thus brought up in that part of London and, as a young girl, was taken by her grandparents to cake shops, coffee houses and restaurants in the area that were often peopled by refugees and intellectuals, such as the Dorice, the Cosmo and the Swiss Patisserie. (Fay Weldon worked as a waitress in the Dorice and refers to it briefly in her memoir of her early years). The connection is that my wife’s childhood was in the same area and she too was taken to the same cake shops.
The lady also told me that the family managed to save photographs of the two coffee houses, and that these have been shown in an exhibition in the UK. I don’t see her very often but next time we have contact I’ll find out more about them.
Last year BBC Radio did a documentary about the Viennese who managed to escape the Nazis to live in the same area of London, especially the Finchley Road, a very long road. It was so populated with German-speaking Viennese that during and after the war the local bus conductors used to shout in a kindly and affectionate way, “Next stop Finchleystrasse!”
I very much look forward to more of your books in the coffee house/ café series.
Incidentally, being a coffee aficionado myself and someone who loves having water served with the coffee, I wonder if you drink the coffee first or second. I used to prefer to drink coffee first and then water to clear the palate, or at least to soften longer term flavour which can be harsh, but recently I’ve reversed the order and it seems to do the same thing but more effectively. Strange, really.
All the best, and thanks again for a great book.