|this is berlin kunst edition|
every time you come across a table of edible poo, it is generally accompanied by the universal sigh, "only in berlin."
|i get it, i eat artist shit|
take nacht und nebel, or night and fog, a wonderful evening of anything goes. street after street, every gallery or whatever space in neukoln open its doors to wonderful craziness. you purchase a large 1liter beer and take it with you as you enter place after place thinking, the next one can't be this weird, let's stay here for a while. butthe next one surpasses the one before that, it never ends.
exhibit a. boomerangs..and stuff.
exhibit b. the bicycle powered dj hip hop show. this place had a tv showing something, a documetary of who cares because here come the guys in spandex! backed by a plastic sheet showing vintage cycling clips, dj cycle 1 and 2 flank mc ridiculous.
|tour de DJ|
so then, when you come across a glowing mannequin on fire, it's not so weird anymore..