Weimar Culture - Gallery of 1920s Berlin Cultural Life

Gallery of 1920s Berlin Cultural Life

1920s Berlin was a city of many social contrasts. While a large part of the population continued to struggle with high unemployment and deprivations in the aftermath of World War I, the upper class of society, and a growing middle class, gradually rediscovered prosperity and turned Berlin into a cosmopolitan city.

  • A Graf Zeppelin flies over the Victory Column, 1928.

  • A parade of elephants with Indian trainers from the Hagenbeck show, on their way to the Berlin Zoo, 1926.

  • A Neues Bauen (New Building)-style housing development in Berlin-Zehlendorf, 1928.

  • A 1922 autorace in Grunewald, Berlin.

  • International Women's Union Congress in Berlin, 1929.

  • A Rudolf Belling sculpture on exhibit, 1929.

  • Communist campaigners during the Reichstag elections, 1924.

  • An exhibit of boxing, jiu jitsu, and other sports in the Lustgarten, 1925.

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