I was there promptly. In the wrong place and nursed a coffee at the corner of Acker Str. They were playing the fall. On my way to the Yard this funerary display caught my eye.
The image almost looks like Berlin porn, a kind of mysterious Weimar, Blue Velvet world, in love with death which of course it is, ahem, nothing like.
I have clearly been spending too much time reading about Anita Berber. Its research, darlings, research.
