KON @ Perla Mode

All my clean friends and lovers... thanks a lot for having us... it was mad, real and intense !

http://friendsandloversinunderground.de/

http://www.likeyou.com/messagesalon/

 

Thanks a lot to Sylvia Pellegrino and Matthieu Amstutz for the mad performances...

http://www.ciekeepass.ch/ 

It's a nice day to kaleidoscope again...

KON @ Cabinet d'Amateur... thanks a lot for having us... it was great.

 

www.cabinetamateur.ch

 

All my clean friends andlovers

Esther Eppstein, message salon
Perla-Mode

Die Ausstellung zeigt kunsthistorische Werke im Dialog mit
zeitgenössischen Positionen, begleitet von einer Auswahl selten
gesehener Kostbarkeiten – unserer Künstlerbücherbibliothek.
Hamburger Internationale: Schildloses Verschweifen im Verstrumpfen der Zeit.

Langstrasse 84/Brauerstrasse 37, CH-8004 Zürich
Tram 8/Bus 32 bis Helvetiaplatz, Bus 31 bis Militär-/ Langstrasse

www.likeyou.com/messagesalon
 http://friendsandloversinunderground.de/archives/category/programm

 
Ausstellung 7. – 14. Dezember 2012

Johannes Lotz
Martin G. Schmidt
Nika son
Tulip 

A kaleidoscope of nothingness... feat. Sylvia Pelegrino und Mathieu Amstutz
Dado Softic
Tilmann Haffke
Der Swärmer 
Jentle Ben
Great Black Waters
The Traktor Truit vs Black Tapes
Baldur Burwitz

(photo : Kit Brown, Paris Nuit Blanche "off" 2012)



 

KON @ Le Cabinet d'Amateur

A kaleidoscope of nothingness....

@

Le Cabinet d'Amateur
Neuchâtel

22 novembre 2012- 30 novembre 2012

Vernissage (22 novembre 2012)

performance : THE FAWN n' DEJAN

présentation EDITIONS CHRISTOFIS-YANNOPOULOS

18h30-21h

www.thefawn.ch

www.cabinetamateur.ch

christofis-yannopoulos.blogspot.ch

Anarchy in the KON

A kaleidoscope... Paris Nuit Blanche (off), 6 octobre 2012

C. Gibbs et Hathors, live in the KON, Rock Altitude Festival 2012

 

préparation exposition Rock Altitude

 KON @ Pantographe, Moutier, spetembre 2011

KON @ ABC, La Chaux-de-Fonds, décembre 2010

LE KALÉIDOSCOPE NUIT GRAVEMENT À VOTRE SANTE ET À CELLE DE VOTRE ENTOURAGE... DES SPÉCIALISTES DANS LE DOMAINE DU NÉANT PEUVENT VOUS AIDER À RÉDUIRE VOTRE ADDICTION

Duodénum 2012 Revisited.

DUODENUM 2012 REVISITED

By

CLINICAL PATH

Low-fi spoken music

En octobre 2011 est paru aux Editions Christofis-Yannopoulos le petit manifeste gastro-poétique, « Duodénum ». Ce petit livre émane de la collaboration entre l’illustrateur Maga et l’écrivain Dejan. Les deux artistes ont laissé leur travail respectif dialoguer dans une représentation commune. Les livres  à  petit tirage publiés par cet éditeur atypique ont comme particularités d'être retouché par l'auteur une fois impression. Une interprétation déjantée du "Horla" de Maupassant, un délire muet de Baladi, "un dictionnaire des désincarnés" ou "le truc"... check this out !

http://christofis-yannopoulos.blogspot.com

Foire du Livre, Le Locle

Samedi 8 septembre

Editions Christofis-Yannopoulos 

Pour la Foire du Livre au Locle, « Duodénum » sera présenté avec un enregistrement sonore  composé et interprété par Clinical Path et ayant pour but de restituer l’ambiance du livre. Le livre audio le moins commercial de l'année !

If the 20th century was a record

Fragment de l'exposition "A kaleidoscope of nothingness..." au Rock Altitude Festival, merci à Lofo d'avoir fait suivre tout ça, keep rocking guys !!!

KALEIDOSCOPING KILLS 
YOU'RE OWN, PERSONAL,
NOTHINGNESS...

 (photo : Kit Brown, 2012)

Up and down the horizon

 Up and down the horizon

a film by Sabrina Sarabi

with Ann-Kathrin Doerig and Wolfram Schorlemmer

musik by Felix Rosch

camera by Enno Endlicher

inspired by a short story by Dejan

International Première : Sao Paulo International Short Film Festival - 23-31 august 2012

http://www.kinoforum.org.br/curtas/2012/en/filme/2896/up-and-down-the-horizon

Excerpt :

They walk together in a friendly atmosphere, staggering a little in their approximate path… talking about nothing… a persistent whistling is annoying their ears; it’s like if the basses were continuing to knock their brain out! Constantly and painfully… Their bodies are evolving together in a weird atmosphere… It looks like an apocalyptic situation… The industrial part of the city seems dead at night… Metallic bridges above them connecting two different kind of nothingness… a train goes past in a terrific noise of steel and rotating machine… any idea of time and space, of reality’s appearance are fading out and rebuilding at the same time… once, maybe… a human civilization took place there… they feel like drunken archaeologists digging through the ruins of an odd society… their undulating trajectories drive them from one point to the other… rusty cars in pieces, piles of used television, broken aerials, the ground is dusty and muddy, objects are spread around; an old radio, some red and blue lined sport shoes, empty beers…

           

-          It seems to be the biggest society’s compost!

-          Yeah or one of those Caspar Friedrich painting where you can see an old church falling apart on itself… The disappearance of God’s power… the system’s failure Mat speaks in a jerky way, between two hicks.

-          Nothing lasts forever… we’re ephemeral particles Mat…

-          Maybe, we’re mad scientists from the future, sent to observe the results of an oppressive an opulent society… look what we left behind

Mat’s voice is very low, his teeth keep shacking, he’s breathless, tired and excited at the same time…

-          How well, is there some joint left?

-          Here you are, take a drag Ann

As to prove their thoughts and observation of collapsed history, a huge and threatening iron dinosaur is looking at them as they stagger nearby… Two opposite perceptions and systems are juxtaposing themselves… especially with that morning blue metallic light with grey reflects. Obscured by the brightness to come… walking from one place to the other, jumping around and laughing… All of a sudden, Ann grabs a rusty rod and starts to annoy the dinosaur’s sculpture… She’s digging into the reptile’s ass… Look Mat; I’m fucking history in the ass, don’t need a dick for that… and she’s laughing her head off… Mat is jumping to encourage her; Fuck the skeleton, let’s accelerate the fall! They’re feeling free and powerful… Ann is frantic as she’s enjoying the instant’s consume… Her body is moving in easiness in the air and she’s deeply concentrated on what she’s doing… Mat is like a child, running around the sculpture, shouting his extravaganza as loud as he can…

Around them other staggering silhouettes pass by and they always talk a few words to each other… like a community signal or something… a call from the unknown, a gathering significant figure… or just a sign to accentuate the feeling of being in the same boat… a sinking boat anyway. 

Dejan - 2010