Next to a reputable institution holding archives of aggression, currently being dismantled by the new generations, we built our own establishment. If only for a night. Interlocking fingers, caressing sweaty palms, grasping each other’s wrists while leading feet to the dancefloor. Let us free our bodies, any form, any orientation, any origin.
Two zines made from the Tonotopic events. Both came with a t-shirt.