Casualness: conversations at the bassena, during lunch break, sun for a moment, a cigarette, or just silence, as well a way of talking. The author with his recording device alone in an arbitrary street, which nevertheless has a name, in front of a barricaded shop. Here and there windows to the atrium, actually not worth to be described as such. Shabby wooden panels worn down by Vienna’s relentless whooping cough. A dialogue about potatoes, about terms like co-author, “Zerwürdigung”, shoes, work and questions like wether the worldwide consumed quantity of “Rama” margarine cubes isn’t already sufficient to build the Chinese Wall, once allegedly as soon as 1962 with the weekly production one could have build a bridge from Munich to Kongo. Or, wether racism is a noteworthy issue in black and white photography regarding the troubling menace of either over- or underexposure. It’s about snapping the shreds of conversations, clay, sound, that don’t enunciate, but are simply there. The exhibition Fast new Haute, Margarine by Cäcilia Brown and Wilhelm Klotzek is a rendezvous of various sculptural, visual and auditory perspectives on these shreds.