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by June Newton, web exclusive of Vanity Fair, July 2011

Helmut has already written about the importance of Polaroids for his work.

But this exhibition proves that they were not always necessary, as often one can’t tell the difference between the Polaroid and the actual photograph. I used many of them as place cards for dinner parties. Some were sold to people who saw the value of them; some ended up in auctions. Many are still out there. So this is the reason I’ve exhibited them, for they have a life of their own. They always did, but they were meant as guides for him before the actual shoot took place.

He never used a motor drive. Chance was taken when an unexpected element presented itself. Otherwise, he went out on every job, prepared. But he loved the little Polaroid camera. It told him what he wanted to know, and it allowed him to correct whatever had to be corrected before he used whatever camera he was using.

On real film, his average was three rolls: one or two for him, the third in case something went wrong in the lab for one or two. He often brought home the day’s work of Polaroids to me, threw them down, and said, “What do you think?” As I have written, he was like Othello coming home with the spoils of war to his Desdemona.

I decided to enlarge the Polaroids, because, as the wolf said to Red Riding Hood, “all the better to see you with, my dear.”

First published by the BBC July 2011, by Theopi Skarlatos

Above the town of Kalambaka, on the north-western edge of Greece’s Plain of Thessaly, giant rock formations reach nearly 400m into the sky, like something out of a science fiction movie. Balanced across 24 pillars are monasteries, visible through the clouds.

Numerous geologists and historians have tried to fathom how the giant rock pedestals were created an estimated 60 million years ago, but no theory has been fully proven. Today, the enormous fingers pointing to the heavens are a protected Unesco World Heritage Site and go by the name Meteora – which literally means “suspended in the air”.

It is said that the first people to inhabit Meteora arrived in the 9th Century. In a bid to escape everyday life, they braved fierce storms and climbed up the cliffs with their bare hands. Grabbing at trees as they went, they eventually settled in small caves and crevices and embarked on a life of solitude, meeting occasionally to worship and pray. For hundreds of years the only way to bring anything up or down the rocks was with nets or baskets attached to rope. As time progressed the cave dwellers grew into a small community focused around the growing number of monasteries, which by the 14th Century served as shelter from Turkish invaders.

The journey to Meteora (a 4- to 5-hour drive from Athens) is full of steep, winding roads. Once you are standing on top of the rocks, staring at nature in its grandest form, you will most likely feel small and irrelevant in comparison. Six of the monasteries are still in operation, and it is a trip worth taking for the views alone.

The Monastery of the Great Meteoron, (right, image by Xalkida) founded in the 14th Century by Saint Athanasios, is the highest, largest and oldest of the six. If there is only time to visit one monastery, this is the one to choose. Do not miss the well preserved frescoes depicting scenes from the life of Christ. The kitchen is still black with smoke and contains the original bread oven and soup hearth. You can also meet the former monks of the monastery at the sacristy, where their skulls and bones are neatly stacked on shelves.

The Holy Monastery of Varlaam is the second largest. Two rich monks took over the site in the 16th Century and it took more than 20 years to hoist all of the building materials to the top. You can still see the old rope basket that lifted the supplies.

Compared to the others, the Holy Monastery of Rousanou is lower in elevation, making it more accessible. It was founded around 1545 but was damaged by the Germans during World War II. Since 1988 it has been occupied by nuns.

The Holy Monastery of St Nicholas houses a single-nave church with a small dome, decorated by the 16th-century Cretan painter, Theophanes the Monk. Each monastery houses an impressive collection of Byzantine art – some of the most beautiful in all of Greece.

The Holy Monastery of St Stephanos was founded around 1400 and is now a convent with wonderful views of the Pinios River. If you ask them, the nuns will take the time to tell you about their daily routine and the history of their home.

Painting icons is a skill that many of the monks and nuns continue to practice and you will probably see them perfecting their latest piece of art. It is a painstakingly slow process, with an icon taking many months to complete. The old katholikon (chapel) at St Stephanos, which was rebuilt in 1545, is still standing, but was heavily damaged during WWII and the civil war throughout the 1940s, so many of the icons contain bullet holes.

The Monastery of the Holy Trinity (left) is accessible by climbing 140 steep steps, making it one of the least visited. It was used in the final scenes of the James Bond film For Your Eyes Only.

It is an energetic climb up to any of the monasteries, the most difficult to reach being the Great Meteoron. But once you arrive, it is easy to understand why the first hermits were so determined to reach Meteora’s peaks though and why the monks and nuns who now reside there say they would not dream of living anywhere else. Sister Charitini Karanasio grew up nearby, and she fell in love with the area as a little girl. She now lives in St Stephanos.

“This is a place where lots of saints have lived and I have always been in awe of the area,” Sister Charitini Karanasio said. “Somehow being up here makes me think my prayers will reach God much more quickly.”

How to
In the centre of Kalambaka, Hotel REX is perfect for exploring the town and relaxing after a trip to Meteora.

At the foot of the rocks, Panorama offers good food right from the oven. The kolokithokeftethes (zucchini fritters), souvlaki and mushrooms are delicious.