Take Back The Night – in black und mit Kartoffeln

Take back the night - in black and with potatoes

"There were only women, with or without a dick, women!"
Alice Fassina

 

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Take Back The Night… in black and with potatoes!

Alice Fassina and Franceska Welp join the Feminist Demo gainst Sexism and Patriarchal Violence.

 

'For Walpurgis Night on April 30, we who call ourselves women, rolled up to the "Take Back The Night" demo in Kreuzberg with our mobile clothes horses. We fought for a society no longer based on the oppression of women, lesbians, non-binary inter, and trans individuals.

Our weapons were 'saved' black clothes and potatoes. With us the delicious tuber did not end up on the plate tonight, but on the textiles. Potato printing as a combat equipment of warfare for feminist ideals! Letter by letter we have formulated feminist slogans... women empowering à la STREETWARE!

A woman with a female sex organ who likes to hike? A Vag(ina)bonda or a Clit from the Streets! And sometimes it's enough to turn over a hanger as a sign of domestic revolt.

The dresses on our clothes rack have aroused both- the particularly wrathful women in arms and the more reserved women. One thing unites them even more: wearing their new pieces with pride!"

 

 

No god! No state! No patriarchy!
Franceska Welp documents Alice Fassina | STREETWARE's protest march through Kreuzberg on 30.4.2021.

fashion revolution im Bermuda Dreieck

fashion revolution in the Bermuda Triangle

fashion revolution: STREETshopping through Neukölln & Prenzlauer Berg-Wedding with Alice Fassina | barbara caveng | Jan Markowsky | KDindie | Stella Cristofolini | assisted by Aïcha Abadi & Lina Tegtmeyer | photographed by Paolo Gallo

 

fashion revolution in the Bermuda Triangle

STREETshopping mit Jan & barbara

 

He asks for capri pants or Bermuda shorts.
At Reuterplatz hardly anything reminds of the sandy beaches of the island kingdoms.

The technical term for the leg length of leisure pants is in discrepancy with the reality of life of the folks who gather around the jammed kiosk. Vodka is not sipped with a colorful straw. No parasol adorns life.

STREETshoppingStephan opts for the red and black checkered lumberjack shirt, Martin for the gray hoodie with turquoise zipper. Michael's wish for pants with leg room goes on the list. A woman registers her need for light-weight leggings, i.e. ones with a 30-40 denier knit.

fashion revolutionJan steers our mobile STREETWARE clothing store along the life on the street through the neighborhood - the goods, washed and draped on the clothes rack, find their customers. The laundry lines don't stay free for long, but fill up with new, old clothes - rags that we lift from the gutter or pick up from the asphalt.

By the time we left at 12:30, Stella and Alice's tour had long since taken the two ragpickers from Prenzl.Berg to Wedding.

In the course of the day, KDindie and I would let the wheels of the clotheshorse pirouette over the question of the normative of gender-defined clothing, and Alice would stroll with guests on the trail of sustainable green fashion through the wonderland of Kreuzkölln.

barbara 

STREETshopping with Stella & Alice

from Prenlauer Berg to Wedding and Stella rolls back on her own

Saturday morning at 9.oo Prenzlauer Berg has a rural atmosphere. The sun is shining, there is silence, the streets are tidy. The STREETWARE we find mainly neatly folded and freshly washed in "to give away" boxes, thus not really what we are looking for. In consumerist Prenzlauer Berg, this kind of circular economy has become established... but even in GDR times, containers were regularly set up here, into which all residents could put things they no longer needed - or take them out.

Heading for Wedding it gets wilder and wilder, we find all kinds of clothes on the street, wigs, socks, unicorn hats, printed and labeled t-shirts ("Now-Here" and "be reasonable- demand the impossible").... 4 hours later, I roll back to Prenzlauer Berg with a fully loaded clothes horse. On the way there were many nice encounters and conversations with people on the street, and some clothes I got rid of directly....

Stella 

STREETshopping mit KDindie & barbara

degendering fashion - an experiment on your own body

KDindie

Strolling, rolling, hopping through the streets of Berlin with challenges fast fashion won’t have been more fun during fashion revolution week. The gender bender walk talk with barbara caveng took us Kdindie out of the comfort zone…really?! Yes, because didn’t want to dress that female dress…but in the end realized was just a male stress. What are we looking for? The i-dentity, the eye contact, the perception of others about us. What to wear, an item or the i-them? The only item Berlin streets has given me that day was a toiletry bag with a teddy bear printed on acid green that matched perfectly with the long sleeve shirt. Street shopping happy kid 😉 

 (englischer Originaltext)

 

Schlendern, rollen, hüpfen durch die Straßen Berlins mit challenges fast fashion hätte während der Fashion Revolution Week kein größerer Spaß sein können. Der Gender-Bender-Walk-Talk mit barbara caveng hat uns, KDindie aus der Komfortzone geholt…wirklich?! Ja, weil wir das weibliche Kleid nicht anziehen wollten…aber am Ende wurde klar, dass es nur ein männlicher Stress war. Wonach suchen wir? Die Ich-Identität, den Blickkontakt, die Fremdwahrnehmung . Was anziehen, ein ‚Item‘, einen Gegenstand oder geht es um das  ‚I-Them‘ , das ‚Ich – sie‘ ? Der einzige Gegenstand, den mir Berlins Straßen an diesem Tag geschenkt haben, war ein Kulturbeutel mit einem Teddybär, der auf säuregrünem Grund gedruckt war und perfekt zum Langarmshirt passte.
Street Shopping happy kid 😉

(Übersetzung)

barbara

I think the woman on the picture looks cool - standing there in purple gym shorts with a slight flare, the colour a reminiscence of the militant demands of the feminists of the second wave - back in the 80s. Mickey Mouse grins on her chest, more naive than ironic, far from any Bay-Watch-eroticism, a cap with gold embroidery - club aesthetics of the 90s. Be childlike, let's play. The woman's gaze falls through the rose-tinted lenses of her sunglasses onto the back of a body bent over in front. The pose associates butt sex. The woman rests her left forearm on the clothes rack - the rolling STREETWARE wardrobe, hybrid STREETshopping vehicle through the neighbourhood, public branch of private wardrobe.  

Her posture seems bossy, dominant. The pants, a classic pair of boxer shorts, bulge over hermound of Venus, on the genital-emphasising centre seam, a lettering is applied: HIGH PERFORMANCE. The underwear model comes from the STREETWARE collection of patriarchal-toxic pants.

The woman is me, wearing the clothes previously worn by KDindie, my colleague and dance-creating performer, on our STREETshopping tour, degendering fashion'. The pants I had carried in my handbag. Just in case.

We had turned a discarded sofa in the streets of Neukölln into a stage and swapped clothes in a playful strip. I had felt uncomfortable. I could no longer feel my body, I had lost the image and imagination of myself.

I think the person in the photo is cool. Is it a woman? Is it me?

Addendum

Today, May 2, while running in the morning I undressed a lamppost in Allerstraße/ corner Lichtenradener.
The red turned out to be two suits, rompers for adults, with unbuttonable back, one L , one M.
Urban Degendered Outfit for our next performance....

STREETshopping with Alice 

green fashion with Andrea, Massimiliano, Marina 
sketched by Lina

Made in Berlin nicht in Bangladesh, slow statt fast, zeitloses Design, welches nicht dem Wandel der Jahreszeiten unterliegt.
Alice kennt die die Labels und Ateliers in Neukölln und Kreuzberg, die solchen Grundsätzen in ihrer Modeproduktion folgen und führt ihre Gäst:innen Andrea, Massimiliano und Marina zu C/V Corvera Vargas and Kollateralschaden.

Our step-along researcher Dr. Lina Tegtmeyer sketches the tour.

In ccoperation with greenfashion tours.

STREETWARE X FASHION REVOLUTION

 

Fashion Revolution was founded in the wake of the Rana Plaza disaster in 2013 and it has become the world’s largest fashion activism movement, mobilising citizens, industry and policymakers through our research, education and advocacy work.

Fashion Revolution Week happens every year in the week coinciding with 24th April, the anniversary of the Rana Plaza disaster in Bangladesh. The Rana Plaza building housed a number of garment factories, employing around 5,000 people. The people in this building were manufacturing clothing for many of the biggest global fashion brands. The building collapsed and killed 1,134 people and injured more than 2,500 others, making it the fourth largest industrial disaster in history. The victims were mostly young women. During Fashion Revolution Week, we remember the lives lost and demand that no one should die for fashion. It is the time when we come together as a global community to create a better fashion industry. 

Streets are the places of revolution: steps on asphalt give sound to political manifestos. Decisions are forced by silent marches, fists are clenched to chanted slogans. We understand  fashion revolution  revolution as the challenge of not only reviewing our habitual thought patterns, production methods and consumer behaviour, but also of radically changing them. 
On Saturday, 4/24/2021 we were the guides at the clothes horse for
 STREET shopping - Alice & Stella, KDindie, Jan & barbara set their own tour focuses: Jan rolls along a life on the street, Alice maneuvers the clotheshorse at the intersection of consumption and sustainability in search of green fashion, barbara and KDindie follow the traces of [gender]itdentity in the urban and Stella is interested in objects she finds without having looked for them.

Liebe mal zwei – STREETSHOPPING mit Jacob und Jonas!

Liebe mal zwei – STREETSHOPPING mit Jacob und Jonas!

Liebe mal zwei – STREETSHOPPING mit Jacob und Jonas!

Mit dem Wäscheständer durch Neukölln auf den Spuren von Mythen und Legenden für junge Erwachsene

 

Schwarze Stiefeletten und ein Paar Turnschuhe in locker hingeworfenem Arrangement im Hauseingang zur Weserstraße 50 auf Asphalt : „Das ist doch nicht zu fassen: Ist Zoey wieder mit ihrem Exfreund Jacob zusammen? Jonas will es einfach nicht glauben. Er ist total gefrustet – und schon ist die schöne Claire bereit, ihn zu trösten.“ ²

Die abgestreifte Kleidung schweigt über die Dramen des Lebens in ihren Hüllen. Die Tour mit Jakob und Jonas atmet den Hauch der Liebe und riecht nach billigem Porno – Transparente Bodys, ein kunstledernes Sklavenhalsband mit Ring in der Rosegger Straße, eine Ecke weiter endet knapp überm Knie der Faltenrock aus dem Hause Claude Montana. Am Wäscheständer wechseln sich züchtige Kleidungsstücke und polysexual lesbarer Mode an der Leine ab. Dazwischen flattert das Blüschen mit abstraktem Muster von Karen Kane.

„Wird Jacob seiner alten Liebe widerstehen können und Zoey treu bleiben? Claire treibt ein riskantes Spiel, bei dem am Ende alle verlieren könnten.“²

Erfahrt auf der nächsten Tour, Teil 8 von ‚Boyz’n Girls‘, wer mehr Erfolg hat bei den Frauen: Jacob im Freizeithemd mit kleinem Palmenmuster oder Jonas in gelbem Poloshirt mit grünen und türkisfarbenen Streifen über dem Brustbereich? (Beide Modelle von STREETWARE saved item)

Wir werden berichten.

² Abgewandelter Klappentext  ‚Lucas, Liebe mal zwei‘ von Katherine Applegate | Arena Vrelag  |Teil 7 der Reihe „Boyz’n’Girls“

Join us and manoeuvre the streets with our mobile clothes rack. You may well find yourself inspired by discarded textiles or empty trouser legs. The path to your individual style takes you on a journey through the streets of the metropolis. Come along as we wheel our way around the place and enjoy the flow that comes with the circular lifestyle.

STREETWARE saved item makes fashion sustainable and accessible. For everyone. For all.

Die zwei-/ bis dreistündige Tour findet ab März 2021 regulär einmal wöchentlich statt.
Gerne vereinbaren wir darüber hinaus individuelle Termine unter stadtfuehrung@streetware-saved-item.net

SCHURF

SCHURF

SCHURF

 

Miner's term. A not very deep pit excavated in the search for deposits // Schürfen, Schurf, the search for usable minerals at a shallow depth underground or at the outlet of their natural deposits. From the digital dictionary of the German language.


21.2.2021 | 11 a.m. – 22.2.2021 | 11 a.m. 

  24-hour performance in BHROX bauhause reuse auf der Mittelinsel des Ernst-Reuter-Platz in Berlin.

Die Installation kann vom 15.2. – 3.3.2021  rund um die Uhr besichtigt werden.

Es schürften Omar Alshaer | Marwa Younes Almokbel | Shirin Ashkari | Leo Naomi Baur | barbara caveng | Alice Fassina | Nadja Hoppe | Kdindie | Therry Kornath | Jan Markowsky und Flora Tarumim Torres

No idyllic view over peaks and meadows - the familiar surroundings are overformed by dunes of down jackets. No safe tread is possible. 45 m³ of clothing heaps thrown up to form a landscape of anthropozaen.

Bras everywhere - decorative elements like garlands along the glass corridors of the of the BHROX bauhaus reuse, redefined on the performers' bodies as knee pads and butt shapers, their faces hidden under the colourful plague of bumps. Here an arm, there a leg, buried under too much. One breathes heavily in her pit. Nevertheless, despite everything - following the inner commandment to get dressed.

Only what? Hello...... are there no more type advisors, since the commandment of 'everything goes'? How can one make a decision? Futile attempts to classify by colour, material or the geographic indication of where is made in create new maps and announcements leak out: Ernst-Reuter-Platz becomes a bus station for long-distance traffic: Bangladesh, China, India, Myanmar, Cambodia, in between a 'Made in Italy' and a pack of Eterna shirts boasting Swiss Cotton.

The rummage table has been abolished. Yesterday's covetousness is now stockpiled as clothing donations. SCHURF!

Breathlessness, suffocation, disgust. The unbearable heaviness of too much, sweat running down the body. Ascriptions, expectations, appropriations -the pressure of the standard. The performers explore the terrain - crawling over the piles of material in search of identity beyond the predefined patterns: florals and camouflage, safari look, elephant hunt. Experiments. Layer after layer reshaping the body into a structure. Another jumper and the survivors become textile rock. Te very last has to be the T-shirt with the embroidered flowers and birds on a bright yellow background, testifying to the belief in the power of nature. Going blind, drowning in the masses - who lost themselves when, where?

Homo Circularis sits naked on the mountain of stripped clothing and serves as a metaphor for a society that is shedding its skin and searching for other economies and value systems. Consumers and humanists have been buried under the avalanches of the history of textile civilisation. There - a bare foot, a hand.

For 24 hours, the mountain of clothes was dug, stripped and pulled over, folded, ironed in a constant ritual and never-ending repetition.

Dann schliefen wir erschöpft. Eine saß im schwachen Licht der Nähmaschine und vernähte Diskrepanzen.

The astronaut fell into the crater.

The performance was streamed live and additionally documented with video and photography. The three available streams in low resolution provide insights into the 24-hour shift in the clothes chute.

Stuff & Credits

Photographers
Paolo Gallo and Joachim Gern

Video: Oliver Speiser and Nana Rebhan

Technik: Peter Winter | Lorenzo Francesconi | Paolo Gallo | Caroline Speisser

Sound: Hans Böhme – billboard design | Peter Winter

Transport & Sorting
Céline Iffli | Stephan C. Kolb | Ruben Munoz | Ruslan Borzin | Umberto Cunial | Ned Edward Start-Smith | Jules Night | Flora Tarumim | Nadja | Daniela | Sascha Schölbe | Ines Tentscher | Moussa  Bakaxoko | Mareen Butter

Best Boy: Oliver Meeden

Pool attendents in a managerial capacity:
barbara caveng | Alice Fassina | Leo Naomi Baur

Location:
of the BHROX bauhaus reuse – Isabelle Kaiser | Peter Winter| Robert K. Huber

SCHURF was made possible by the lending of 45 m³ of clothe donations from HUMANA Kleidersammlung GmbH Berlin. Special thanks to Julia Breidenstein.

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