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We are Jessy and Björn, the Hafenliebe Wedding Photography collective.  “Stop, how do you pronounce that”, you might ask.  It’s pronounced /ˈhaːfṇliːbə/. It’s a mix of two German words. “Hafen”, which means harbor and “Liebe”, which means love. It’s our way to pay homage to the city we live in, the way we feel when we’re sitting at the docks, listening to the crashing waves and watching ships pass by for hours. It’s really hard to explain, but you’re invited to hang out with us. Anyway, we want you to get to know us a little bit, as we want to get to know you as you’ll see in our contact form. 

In 2017 we got named one of the 30 Rising Stars of Wedding Photography by New York based "Rangefinder Magazine".


– is being told he looks like Bela B., the drummer/singer of famous German punk band “Die Ärzte”. (I have a photo of the two of us, so ask for it, if you care.)
– even as a vegan sometimes would like to get rid of insects, especially spiders and wasps
– was born the day after the king of rock’n’roll died.

to explore cities on his fixed gear bike (just leave the plane, get the tools out, a couple of nuts and bolts here and there, air in the tires and it’s off to the city), to enjoy sweat dropping from the ceiling while being packed with others at an energy filled punkrock / hardcore show, vegan fast food, to travel and explore new cultures, hangouts at the harbour, the sound of the waves crashing, to ride his bike in the city at night, Star Wars, Joy Division

racism, nationalism, patriotism and all things violent towards human and non-human animals, flat tires, having to get up early, shiitake mushrooms & eggplants, the smell of newspapers


– is highly allergic to walnuts, yet once in a drunken moment thought it was a good idea to “eat around them” in a trail mix and ended up in the emergency room.
– is afraid of flying, yet loves travelling in her VW van.
– is sorting her books according to prismatic colors

the smell of books, the vast and raw sea, to discover the world in her spry Volkswagen van, black & white photographs in old albums, to feel the tideland under her feet, to still find confetti in her appartement even weeks after the recent match of FC St. Pauli, tiny cactuses, to preserve memories through the ink under her skin, to listen to her dad talking Low German, to one day inherit the green thumb of her mum, to clear the flour and the chaos while the next cake is baking in the stove, the silence of nature, the flickering lights of the city, the sound of fire in a wood stove

walnuts (as already been told), nazi dumbasses, horror movies with children involved, to dip a knife smeared with margarine into a glass of marmelade, spoiled avocados, to lend books, ready meals, Hamburger SV