Abandoned Hospital – Mariendorfer Weg

Hospital room with a view

Hospital room with a view

It is Sunday as this is being typed out, it has been a long weekend of hitting a certain well known club, too many drinks and forms of entertainment, a large amount of Vietnamese food and a fair bit of walking. For this set of fair reasons we keep it like Willow, short and sweet.

A very easy to access and perfect for ticking the ‘let’s go to something abandoned’ box when you have visitors kind of option is the Krankenhaus in Neukölln. There is a caravan at the front which houses someone, who I am not sure who they actually are, if they are security then they are a smidgen on the lackadaisical side of security, like the opposite of the guys at Berghain. So in terms of difficulty rating for getting in or being kicked out, it is an F, and that is only because there are some low fences.

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Some info… in short hand of course…..

– Old hospital created by Kaiser Wilhelm II of Prussia, who was incidentally the last German monarch

– Opened during WWI by a Jewish Doc who was chased out of town by those rather odorous gits the Nazis, Hitler put one of his cronies in charge, the ever so creepy Benno Ottow, a man who also sported the menacing Charlie Chaplin tache.

– The hospital was severely damaged during the wars that followed but was mended and built upon again in ’69 and ’78. For a long while it was the biggest baby factory in the country

– Now it is waiting to be demolished and turned into apartments, this area of Berlin is not going to stay relatively unbuilt upon as it is right on the doorstep of Templehofer Feld. At the moment vagabonds and graf artists hang there, you can even find rooms of men smoking shisha from time to time.

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Now what does it look like in there? Well…. usual standard fair, lots of smashed glass and as always the feeling a mass rave should take place here, or a big gay orgy, think big leather bound men, something in the vein of Bruce LaBruce I should coco. Apparently porn has been shot here, we do not know the name of it tho…

The graf is ok in parts, this is mostly outside and around the back where there is some good and colourful stuff, once you get inside it looks like local kids who never had the benefit of seeing Hartbeat with Tony Hart as children and therefore go with a scribble they claim to be a tag.

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Cyprien Gaillard – Nightlife

Sprüth Magers is possibly the fave artistic venue for SF in the whole of Berlin town, there are many others that would be worthy of this shout but today seeing Cyprien Gaillard’s Nightlife, a part of When Nature Runs Riot, basically was the perfect Tuesday tonic.

In a nutshell it is a 3D film shot over the course of two years in Cleveland, Los Angeles and of course Berlin, it is a 3D masterpiece bringing together nature and man made objects being affected by the elements.
I’ll explain it in short because you can read the full detail here, but truly you should just get your honey down there and see it for yourself.
You enter a huge gallery room space, you sit on the floor and put on your 3D glasses, exciting already right…?
On the huge screen you will see a huge swirling figure in greeny-gold-bronze oscillating seductively in front of you, but also jumping out of the screen thanks to the wonders of 3D. This is set to the most hypnotic and cool vibey reggae tune, apparently a mix of two tracks played together on a 9 second loop. One of these is below… the ‘I Was Born a Loser’ lyric is strangely beautiful and positive with this film.
You see fluffy fir trees swaying rhythmically in the wind set against some very industrial sites, forbidding signs and cityscapes. Then we move to palm trees being blown almost to pieces, again it has a certain rhythmic flow to it, calming with the seductive reggae loop. Each tree looks a bit like it is under the influence of some mind bending drug as it sways and convulses out of the screen. Next we are transported to Berlin, during a fireworks show for Pyronale above the iconic Olympic Stadion. A drone flies up from behind trees swivelling around and taking in the scenes as the fireworks begin to shoot in the air. The camera floats through the sparks and smoke, up and down, surveying the area and capturing Berlin and the Stadion in the back ground as the sky is lit up. The mesmeric music perfectly in time as the visual journey develops and envelopes all your senses.
To read the real description then please refer to this link…..

Bierpinsel – Speechless

Colour be glad

Colour be glad

Berlin has some pretty amazing buildings, some pretty out there ideas have come to life, some I would bet my eye teeth on not being created anywhere else in Germany, let alone the world. Once again Berlin wins for otherworldly weirdness.

The Bierpinsel (or Beer Brush, go figure) was made in 1972 and originally was meant to look like a tree, it contained bars, restaurants and a night club but sadly it is no longer accessible. Well it is but you have to be a bit hardcore on the breaking and entering front.
The Bierpinsel stands at 46ft and is located above Schloßstraße in an area called Steglitz, full of nondescript high street shops – think of Elephant & Castle circa 2001 but with Currywurst stores or Bracknell now without the faint stench of piss and paupers, actually the piss is well and truly there.
The Bierpinsel rises above all the other buildings like a giraffe drawn by someone who has been at the schrooms for a week before putting felt tip to paper. It looks about as at home here as Keith Flint on acid in a flower arranging class, that is something of it’s romantic brilliance.
Despite it’s obvious appeal and general cool, this building seems destined to fail, countless owners have failed to bring it back to life and ended bankrupt. A bunch of graf artists gave it a lick of paint back in 2010 but we have no idea who, it looks a little bit like Malarky but it ain’t.
SF have made claims for places to be good for a little knees up, but surely this is the Daddy of the Macdaddy . We are starting a whip round to buy it… send your cheques, piggy banks, bonds, Woolworths vouchers et al