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TEMPORARY ENDING

The Temporäre Kunsthalle, an interim arts space in the heart of Berlin, is drawing to a close tomorrow, with a party hosted by Raster-Noton, the label co-founded by Carsten Nicolai – who happens to be the last artist to work with the exterior façade of the Kunsthalle. Aoki Takamasa, Grischa Lichtenberger and Kangding Ray will be playing farewell tunes, and we shall be dancing with a tear in our eye.

Closing Party
Tuesday, August 31 2010, from 20h

Temporäre Kunsthalle Berlin
Schlossplatz
10178 Berlin

BERLIN PUBLISHING WEEKEND 2010 #01: MISS READ

After the success of last year, the Berlin Publishing Weekend is upon us again: Parallel to the Art Book Fair Unter dem Motto 2010 (with the participation of mono.kultur, of course!), KW Institute for Contemporary Art organizes the artist book festival MISS READ.

For the second time MISS READ has invited international publishers and artists to show their artist books at KW in Berlin. As a genre of its own, the artist book reflects contemporary ways of artistic production and publishing to a great extent and also addresses issues of presentation and circulation as well as new strategies of distribution. Presenting a selection of more than 40 of the most active contributors in this field, the festival provides the rare opportunity to encounter and explore the contemporary scene of independent publishing. MISS READ is a collaboration of KW and the Berlin-based publishers argobooks and Michalis Pichler.

The festival will be accompanied by a series of lectures, performances and talks by artists, publishers, and graphic designers reflecting contemporary ways of artistic publishing. A program in collaboration with Christoph Keller. See below for details.

MISS READ
Friday, September 03, 15–19h
Saturday, September 04 and Sunday, September 05, 12–19h
Opening Party with basso & friends: Friday, September 03, from 19h

KW Institute for Contemporary Art
Auguststrasse 69
10117 Berlin

Participants:
2nd Cannons Publications, Los Angeles | AKV/urban art info, Berlin | Anita Di Bianco, Berlin/New York | Archive Books, Berlin/Turin | Archive of Modern Conflict, London | argobooks, Berlin | Barbara Wien  Wilma Lukatsch, Berlin | Bartleby & Co., Brussels | basso & friends, Berlin | Boekie Woekie, Amsterdam | Book Works, London | Chicago – Times – Plotter [...] Paper – Libertine – Trixie, Vienna | documentation céline duval, Houlgate | Edie Fake, Chicago | Edition Patrick Frey, Zurich | Erik Steinbrecher, Berlin | Eva Weinmayr, London | Fucking Good Art, Rotterdam | GAGARIN, Antwerp | GRAPHIC, Seoul | Half Letter Press/Temporary Services, Chicago | mediabus, Seoul | Michael Baers, Berlin | Michalis Pichler/“greatest hits”, Berlin | Mladen Stilinović, Zagreb | Mörel Books, London | no press/derek beaulieu, Calgary | Piktogram/Bureau of Loose Associations, Warsaw | Regency Arts Press Ltd., New York | Revolver Publishing, Berlin | Roma Publications, Amsterdam | Samandal, Beirut | Space Poetry, Copenhagen | Spector Books, Leipzig | Sternberg Press, Berlin/New York | The Green Box, Berlin | Torpedo Press, Oslo | Ugly Duckling Presse, New York | umool umool, Amsterdam/Seoul | (un)limited store, Marseille | Verlag der Buchhandlung Walther König,
Cologne | Weproductions, Yarrow | Zavod P.A.R.A.S.I.T.E., Ljubljana | ZINE’S MATE, Tokyo

Program:
Saturday, September 4, 2010
14h Brett Bloom / Half Letter Press/Temporary Services:
The Smell of Books Surrounds You!
15h Zak Kyes:
On-Site: Publication as Practise
16h Achim Lengerer / Scriptings:
Models For Rehearsing The Script
17h Jeff Khonsary / Fillip:
On Free Content
Sunday, September 5, 2010:
14h Eva Weinmayr:
I Wonder What the Silence Was About. Film Screening and Talk
15h Artist lecture by Michael Stevenson

CONSIDER THE DEVIL

This was my favourite poster to appear during the recent Federal Election in Australia.  This poster appeared throughout the streets of Hobart, Tasmania on Election Day last Saturday. It’s a clever play on words when you consider the ‘evil’ of some politics alongside how endangered the iconic Tasmanian devil has become. And the winner of the election is… it’s one week on now, post-Election Day and there’s still no official result yet.

KRAUTS ARE CANNIBALS

It’s unbelievable, but if the Guardian picked it up – who knows? There’s a market for it for sure…

GEISTERSTUNDE


11 issues. Drugs & more drugs. Props and more props. Events. Awards. In other words: holy smokes, these guys are on a roll.

ARCHITECTURAL HANGOVERS #01: PRIPYAT

Our current issue featuring Cyprien Gaillard contains several references to and images of architectural curiosities where unfortunately we did not have the space to go into further detail – but we will present some of these here during the next few weeks.

The issue opens with a spread of Cyprien in the city of Pripyat, Ukraine, which was abandoned in 1986, following the catastrophe at the nearby Chernobyl nuclear power plant. Originally founded in 1970 to accommodate the workers of the power plant, Pripyat was the ninth ‘atomograd’ – nuclear city – specifically built as a satellite city to the nuclear plant. The town is located about 100km from Ukraine’s capital Kiev and used to house about 50,000 inhabitants before the accident. It was evacuated within two days of the catastrophe, forcing inhabitants to leave all their belongings behind, which led to a considerable amount of looting. Pripyat lies now within The Zone, an area of 30km radius around Chernobyl, which is closed off for any civil, residential or economic activities, with the borders policed by special military units. However, according to scientific research, 26 years later pollution levels have dropped to levels that are considered relatively safe, and indeed it is possible to visit Pripyat, requiring a special permit and the company of special guides, with the city of Chernobyl a few kilometers south even offering hotel accommodation for tourists.

Go here for more details, featuring plenty of images and stories by former residents.

Photography by Cyprien Gaillard

THROUGH THE PALE BLUE DOOR


For all you hear about The Pale Blue Door, the last thing people talk about is the food. Strange, considering it’s a restaurant. Perhaps the setting and the entertainment are so delightfully distracting that guests forget to report what’s on their plate.

So to start with, the meal was delicious – simple, tasty and very filling. For the appetizer, a plate of garden salad and roast vegetables topped with a spicy vinaigrette, served with a wedge of Turkish bread (the vegetables are grown in the garden next door). Main course is a dish of thick slices of roast beef, the middle still slightly pink and the edges tender, topped with horseradish cream. The beef is accompanied by a hearty side-dish of soft-boiled potatoes and cabbage that is difficult to finish. For desert, a square of plum crumble and a dollop of sour cream – an unusual sweet-sour combination that makes your taste buds do a double-take before giving their approval.

But who comes here for the food?

The Pale Blue Door is a real door. It stands alone in its frame in the middle of an urban garden in Kreuzberg, Berlin. Through the door lies a fairytale village of patchwork huts and treehouses built of scrap material. Warm yellow lamplight glows through warped glass windows, carnival lights dangle between the ramshackle structures.

The village sprouted here in late July, assembled by a team of roving restaurateurs who travel the world looking for empty plots of land on which to construct their temporary wonderland. They have visited Santiago, Buenos Aires, London, and the Glastonbury festival.

Guests file in through the doorframe and are shown to their reserved table, either in the open courtyard or in one of the cubbyhouses that encloses it. My guest and I were given a small hut which looked down on the courtyard. At first we were disappointed to be separated from the buzz of the crowd below, yet when it started to rain we were happy to have a roof over our heads.

We ordered a pair of beers. They were delivered by a fascinating pulley-driven zipline which ran between our booth and the bar, spilling some of the contents as it bounced along (a worthy sacrifice for the thrill of the gimmick).

The show began in the courtyard: A young drag queen tramped around in an outrageous costume to some tune, extracting snickers from the crowd. She reappeared several times throughout the night dressed in skimpy underwear, huge grotesque plastic tits and large wigs. At one point she danced out a Tina Turner lampoon to a sped-up version of “Simply The Best” that ended with fart noises squelching over the track. It was a vicious parodying form of drag that mocked the genre and exploited it for laughs. Yet it was energetic if nothing else, and filled the wait between courses.

With dinner and the show behind us, the night shifted into a lively garden party with convivial chatter floating up into the air. Conversation flowed between the tables, the unusual setting creating interaction between strangers. All agreed it was an evening well spent.

The Pale Blue door was initially scheduled to end at the close of August, but has extended its season until mid September due to overwhelming demand. Most tables are already booked out; showing up and hoping for a cancellation may be the only way to get in before the restaurant packs up and moves on. Dinner costs €25 per person for three courses and a bottle of wine to share. Visit http://tonyhornecker.wordpress.com for more details.

The Pale Blue Door’s creative team are already planning their next adventure: They will create a mobile restaurant that folds out from the back of a large truck, travelling from Chile through Argentina and Brazil to Colombia. The epic culinary journey is planned for this coming January.

ransoming the commonplace

We went to the lakeshore and listened to the foghorns. They bawled melancholy over the limp silk fresh lilac drowning water. But Humboldt responded most to the old neighborhood. The silvered boiler rivets and the blazing Polish geraniums got him. He listened pale and moved to the buzzing of roller skate wheels on the brittle cement. I too am sentimental about urban ugliness.  In the modern spirit of ransoming the commonplace, all this junk and wretchedness, through art and poetry, by the superior power of the soul.

- Saul Bellow, Humboldt’s Gift

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Today is a special day for us: on August 23rd, 2005, we launched our very first issue featuring Carsten Nicolai at our friends at Pro QM bookstore in Berlin, with an afterparty into the wee hours at KMA bar. Today, mono.kultur is turning five.

Without wanting to become sentimental, who would have thought we would still be around five years later? If you had told us at the time that by 2010, we would have released issues with and about Tilda Swinton, Miranda July, David LaChapelle, GZA or Dries van Noten, to name but a few, I guess you would have seen a few incredulous looks and embarrassed smiles.

In the beginning, we started into the entire adventure with a lot of enthusiasm and ideas coupled with a healthy dose of naiveté, but alas also with no money or experience in publishing whatsoever or even any kind of real plan – we’d received a grant from a printing house that covered the production of our first three issues, and didn’t really know where we were heading beyond that. All we knew was that we had something special going, something we believed in and thoroughly enjoyed doing.

Since then, mono.kultur has come a long way indeed, growing at a healthy and sustainable pace. Still without any financial means, but certainly a lot more experience and the same belief in a magazine that is truly dedicated to its content. And most importantly, a lot of joy in the process.

Any anniversary deserves to be celebrated, so we have planned a series of events for you to mark the occasion – more on these very soon indeed. Also at mono.blog, we will be presenting during the next few months some of our collaborators of the past five years, without whom mono.kultur would not be what it is today. In the meantime, let’s bring out the champagne, and here’s to the next five years.

THE POETIC FACTS

Through ‘It’s Nice That‘ I got to know Michael Crowe’s stories. Here you have one.