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Foto Shop
There's the feeling of being in such a tiny space inside, a little dark hole, but one which I wanted to stay in and look around. It used to be a shop and still sits on those veneers of the run-down ex-establishment: dirty lino floors, wood-effect surfaces, damp walls. And it's intimate; unself-conscious, damp and dirty; a bit funny, in the way that creeping around such a place, a photography gallery, would be funny. You get to climb up a wooden ladder to reach the room above, passing photos stuck directly to the walls, editions, stuff from past exhibitions collected on shelves. Foto Shop has been in action for 2? years, and was conceived as a meeting place for all involved. There are 8 artists who run and fund the space but the group’s coordinates change with quickly revolving shows of their own work, invited artists, friends. Then they host parties, intense previewing nights, which I imagine serve to shape the space and group. A guitarist played in the minute window display on one occasion, in fact there is a sense of a post-party aesthetic when your in there.
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