ELASTE: Last Exit, First Return
From DIY zines to AI manifestos—culture never dies, it mutates.ELASTE was born in the noise of photocopiers and subway nights, shaped by pop culture, politics, and the restless pulse of early ’80s New York. Forty years later, it wakes again—rewired with AI, but carrying the same refusal to conform. This isn’t nostalgia. It’s a remix. A last exit that became a first return.
Fashioning The 8ties
The Streets, Ateliers et Séances de TravailSniffin' Glue
The Making of ELASTEDINNER WITH ANDY
The King of Pop Art, our biggest inspiration, and the most enormous influence in contemporary art were coming to visit the Hinterland.
Always be Sceptical About Simplicity
Ping Pong mit den Rolling Stones (Deutsch)
You can't always get what you wantHero For One Day
Fool For a Life TimeP.L.O.
REBEL REBEL
VISIONS OF CHINA
Looking for the Thin White Duke
Joi Trouvé
DA DA DASOUNDS AND VISION
We are the Goon Squad and we're Coming to Town.
THE GERMAN DAYS
THE DAZED GUIDE TO BRITISH SUBCULTURE
Mods and Rockers rioting at the seaside, mini-skirts marking the sexual revolution and Punk’s ‘fuck you’ to Thatcher: this is how style changed Britain. From the Grime kids spitting bars on Channel U to the Casuals showing off on the terraces and the ravers of...
PLASTE UND ELASTE
PLASTE und ELASTE - Leuchtreklame in der DDR
I Dream of Wires
Why is music important to human beings? More fundamentally, why is the creation of sound so important? Why does it mean so much to some and so very little to others? What is it about music that fuels our passion for certain...
The Art of Appropriation
Did Kanye West Steal The Intro To “All Of The Lights” Video? Many critics and magazines are accusing Kanye West of ripping off French-director Gaspar Noe’s “Enter the Void” opening sequence. Everyone’s been talking about it — the intro to the Hype Williams-directed...
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.“
