Stuff

An Inventory

Objects, the most disparate, things found, unlikely aggregations. Artifacts deprived of their common sense, like meteorites lost in the space of oblivion. An inventory of nonsense, a small dramaturgy built on disparate objects.

What is the world like? How should we behave when the surface of the world loses its meaning?

Edoardo Hahn - Stuff

Edoardo Hahn - Stuff

Edoardo Hahn - Stuff

Edoardo Hahn - Stuff

Edoardo Hahn - Stuff

Edoardo Hahn - Stuff

Edoardo Hahn - Stuff

Edoardo Hahn - Stuff

Edoardo Hahn - Stuff

Edoardo Hahn - Stuff

Edoardo Hahn - Stuff

Edoardo Hahn - Stuff

Edoardo Hahn - Stuff

Edoardo Hahn - Stuff

Edoardo Hahn - Stuff

Edoardo Hahn - Stuff

Edoardo Hahn - Stuff

Edoardo Hahn - Stuff

Edoardo Hahn - Stuff

Edoardo Hahn - Stuff

Edoardo Hahn - Stuff