Berlin’s club scene, an international benchmark for improvised coolness, is defined by its software: people, fashion, music, performance, drama. Spanning a period of 10 years, Martin Eberle’s stunning photographs are the first to document these locations as they really are. By radically reducing them to their hardware, the empty space, juxtaposing run-down facades and lovingly crafted interiors (from improvised to hysterically glamorous) with architectural brutality, he perfectly captures their legendary, ramshackle hipness.
Filling and contrasting this vaguely unreal, static void are personal anecdotes by well-known promoters and club patrons who have "already collapsed in pretty much every corner".
Encased in tactile white reptile print Temporary Spaces simultaneously serves as he nostalgic documentation of a spectacular era, a personal photo album and an uneasy declaration of love for the transience and enthusiasm reverberating in the clean accuracy of these pictures.
