Publisher's Synopsis
A meat factory is not usually the place to be seen with a Diana Mini. Not so here. The viewer is awaited by an aesthetic-culinary excess. Blurred execution rooms, gloomy corners in strange colors, shadows of fatetied carnivores ghosting over pale, glimmering walls. Empty cold rooms grin at the viewer. Feet are visible in the picture where it is uncertain whether human or pig. A corpse lies on the ground, backed by a chalk sketch of the homicide squad. Empty bottles of heavy alcohol, horribly bad graffiti disfigure the walls, exactly what you see in Hype-Town Berlin as "art".Come on this lomographic journey into the underworld of bad taste.
