A Berliner with international needs, Polly moved to London at 18, and then lived in the USA for a vague decade. Became a writer via mental hospital and a dip in louche netherworlds. Her first novel *Cured Meat* was nominated for the Guardian best first book prize....
I started philosophical studies at the University in 2006. I got my degree two years ago. While at the University I always tried to maintain a strict contact with my passion, that I've had since I was 16, that’s to say photography; this passion was born trying to work...
A strange and unworldly calm wafts around Berlin’s abandoned old military cemetery. Thick grass rolls over a disparate selection of broken tombstones, funerary Achilles helmets in old bronze, stone wreaths and armour, the craggy peaks of neo-gothic sculpture poking out of a taciturn, awe-inspiring landscape.
In this space “after the afterlife”, where even stone memorials to individuals from the 1800s fade and sink — Natali Legance revealed 13 black-and-white photos in the gentle light of the evening city sun.
Muted piano music and candles, an atmosphere of quiet and simplicity, it was the artist’s debut photo show. Out of nowhere, she solicited the ghosts of life’s many yesterdays, the uncertainty of appearance, and the profundity of change, through a small but powerful collection of photographs.
Pass me the king of medicine?
Yes, hello, I’d like to vanquish illness. Fight me the invincible, age and death.
My sexual organs have been mapped out like machine parts, they can generate predictable feelings if you push certain buttons on the body and work even better if you switch on certain programs on the screen.