ELASTE: Last Exit
Post-punk, pop and print—when cutting edge meant scissors.ELASTE was born in club nights and backroom conversations—shaped by pop culture, politics, and the restless afterglow of 1970s New York, filtered through Hannover and Munich.
It grew out of what we called the Szene: DJs, bouncers, designers, photographers, publishers—people orbiting the same dance floors, arguing about art at dawn.
ELASTE 1980–1986 — The Book
Apparently, the ’80s weren’t done with us.
Thomas Elsner and Michael Reinboth have unearthed ELASTE — our restless, neon, and nicotine-stained child — and turned it into a 560-page time capsule. Published by DCV, Elaste 1980–1986 brings back the magazine’s beautiful confusion: Warhol, Kraftwerk, Depeche Mode, DAF, and the naïve belief that pop could still save the world.
Now reissued as a best-of anthology, Elaste. 1980–1986 collects original photographs, interviews, and essays from the magazine’s sixteen issues — featuring icons like Andy Warhol, Boy George, and Keith Haring — alongside new reflections by its founders and contributors. It’s a document of an era when print was bold, culture was experimental, and style had an opinion.
Available from DCV Books: Hardcover edition, 560 pages, bilingual version, released on November 19 2025.
Sniffin’ Glue
DINNER WITH ANDY
The King of Pop Art, our biggest inspiration, and the most enormous influence in contemporary art were coming to visit the Hinterland.
IN FLAMMEN
DOCUMENTA BOUND – KASSELER KREUZ
Always be Sceptical About Simplicity
Ping Pong mit den Rolling Stones (Deutsch)
Hero For One Day
P.L.O.
VISIONS OF CHINA
Looking for the Thin White Duke
Joi Trouvé
SOUNDS AND VISION
THE GERMAN DAYS
LC/SHT
Ma’ Ma’ Raschplatz Da
»Just what is it that makes today’s home so different, so appealing?«
(Richard Hamilton, 1956)
Wenn der Postmann zweimal klingelt, liegt meist ein kleines Kärtchen in meinem Flur. So auch diesmal »Basement« Hannover Raschplatz. Eröffnung Freitag 12.6.81 22h. Knapp am dreizehnten vorbei, dachte ich und lenkte meinen Wagen einige Tage später durch die trostlose Gegend hinter dem Bahnhof. Beinahe am Ziel angelangt ging ́s dann auch noch in den Keller. Gleißende Leuchtstoffröhren, Pirelli Gummi auf dem Boden, die Decke unverkleidet, hier und da ein bißchen Chrom. Der erste Blick signalisiert, hier wollte jemand der Café– und Diskothekenszene mit ihren pastellfarbigen, schimmernden Barocktempeln eine Ohrfeige verpassen.“
