Marie-Luise & Tarik & I scout for a location on Thursday night. We go to a laundromat with large empty front windows, connected to a notorious pub. Permission seems likely, but with a party scheduled for the next evening, the context for the projection is all wrong.

While Tarik is around the corner getting pizza, Marie-Luise & I notice the open door to a storefront under rennovation across the street. Workers in blue overalls are packing up for the day. An investegation reveals that the owner lives upstairs.

Andreas Krombholz is a sweet man. He agrees to let me do the project in his space, which will eventually become a hair salon, & the next night makes good on his word.

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