discarded pieces of furniture along the way in Berlin Wedding © 2018/ 2019
On my way to work, or the football ground, or just riding around, I used to always find discarded pieces of furniture, household items left to take, or rot away, or finally taken care of by the municipal garbage workers. Items that change their environment instantly, not being street furniture in the sense an urban planner might use the word, but taking the indoors outdoors, forming ensembles, situations, and shop windows for those with no means at all. Terrible junk, most of it, low in price and durability, evidence of the atavistic and self-destructant mechanisms of capitalism, but sometimes useful for a temporary sub-bridge home.
They have soaked up the lives of those who owned and used them, and they have a lot of stories.