Despina Stokou's blog

You don’t forget fear.  How can you? You forget the name of someone the minute they utter it at an opening and you forget the name of a guy you met in Kingsize. You don’t forget fear. Is that a politically correct euphemism for f*ck fear, like we would say fudge fear? Or is this word really weighed in it’s place, meaning “to fail to think of; take no note of“?

For a small presentation of inVESTIR in the frame of the Berlin Biennial, i Collective is looking for collaborators. What do you have to do? Just wear a T-shirt with a statement ...

Berlin and its art scene have long past the age of no man’s land innocence- the city is growing, the art scene tries to find it’s pace. Growing pains and conflicts come with it. As a mental exercise for the upcoming bb and in celebration of Easter  I wanted to attempt a collective Berlin-Art Hate-o-meter.

I have been thinking a lot lately about this new language, spoken in art openings and events. It is of course English, or Euro English* but it is also more than that. The main characteristic of this language- lets call it PR Language or Art English, is that nothing means what it says.

My journey to emotional growth has started with Felicita, back in the days where there seemed to be only two songs at parties, (the