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Ian Warner
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Ian is a British gentleman living in Berlin, and one of those few people who’d look good wearing a hat; although he never does. He also makes the best English breakfast in the world. And while such great expertise in the art of frying bacon might lead you to think that he does nothing else, a quick research in our shared email history brought up the following: donut pie charts, renderings of futuristic high speed motorcycles, a pancake machine, a rainbow-coloured poodle, and a graphic analysis of modernist rectangles. Ian is a spectator with good eyes for the absurd, someone who will surprise and motivate you with his curiosity and his way of getting involved with what he sees.

Ian Warner is a partner at the design agency State. He is the founder of Slab Magazine, the Heuristic Journal for Gonzo Blurbanism. He is also one half of noise-combo Truant Monks.

Thomas Ackermann is a graphic designer and partner at PBLC in Hamburg.

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Before the Ceremony

03.07.14
2 min
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You leave the table too late, make your excuses and head for the showers below deck, leaving too little time before the ceremony, and realising only as you begin to descend the swinging rope ladder that you’ve no idea where the showers are.

You wind your way through the tightly arranged weight-lifting equipment in the gymnasium below and begin to cross the main arena beyond. Hundreds of people are down here below the glass domed ceiling high above, which is a ruinous tangle of warped steel and dangling shards. Rooms, nooks and doors line the perimeter walls and a warren of corridors, gangways and arcades lie beyond. You cross the space, pass by a crumbling fountain and approach a cranny on the other side, illuminated by blue neon and decked with webbing. You ask a woman with short cropped hair and navy blue clothing the way to the shower stalls, and explain your dilemma at length as she leads you part of the way. But the directions are vague and the terrain unsure. Ash and rubble coat the floor, knee-deep in parts. And you think: below deck, the aircraft carrier has been designed to look like Fallujah.

You stumble upon the showers in the back room of a back room. Arranged as a row of vertical chrome pipes in the center of the space, all the showers run constantly, soaking the stools arranged around them, and the clothes piled high upon them. You undress beneath the pitching water and are at once surrounded by old friends who begin to stain your skin by dowsing you in blue and red powders. It’s tradition, you know, to do this before the ceremony, but you convince them to refrain with a few choice words.

Looking for the Attic in the Cellar – REM 1, Dream IV

Image interpretation: © Y-U-K-I-K-O

Before the Ceremony

03.07.14
2 min
People
Ian Warner
by Thomas Ackermann