1) Tiergarten
New Year’s Eve in Berlin, over one million humans gather in the middle of Tiergarten, on the “Festmeile” of Straße des 17. Juni. Thousands of fireworks and rockets go off for hours, have been already detonating for days. Many of the birds of the city fly higher than this spectacle of cold and hysterical joy, floating in the dark air, they move in spirals like airplanes on stall, waiting for the silence, to descend, return and take over the ground.
Tiergarten is an artifact that happened by chance in Berlin, it includes and reconciles animal, vegetal and human worlds. A sci-fi prototype for the city, with a thriving life, rich in species, evoking the unusual ethics and esthetics of sublime, horrific and rococo decay. Tiergarten is inclusive, beautiful and messy, interpretable in use and generous in sharing.
Tiergarten is an oracle of future that might be, will ever be, might never be, in Berlin. A promise of lichens and moss in the midst of burnt hydrocarbons. The horizon is short on this endlessly colonized planet where humans dilate and implode like novas in the universe.
New Year’s Eve in Berlin, over one million humans gather in the middle of Tiergarten, on the “Festmeile” of Straße des 17. Juni. Thousands of fireworks and rockets go off for hours, have been already detonating for days. Many of the birds of the city fly higher than this spectacle of cold and hysterical joy, floating in the dark air, they move in spirals like airplanes on stall, waiting for the silence, to descend, return and take over the ground.
Tiergarten is an artifact that happened by chance in Berlin, it includes and reconciles animal, vegetal and human worlds. A sci-fi prototype for the city, with a thriving life, rich in species, evoking the unusual ethics and esthetics of sublime, horrific and rococo decay. Tiergarten is inclusive, beautiful and messy, interpretable in use and generous in sharing.
Tiergarten is an oracle of future that might be, will ever be, might never be, in Berlin. A promise of lichens and moss in the midst of burnt hydrocarbons. The horizon is short on this endlessly colonized planet where humans dilate and implode like novas in the universe.