Salon 75
Curatorial Office
& Publishing
Peter Bangs vej 75
Frederiksberg 2000
salon75@info.dk
Open by appointment
ON VIEW
Dominic Michel
Publishing
Drafts of Ecology:
Das Irrlicht 2022-2024
Archive
Vijay MasharaniLand & History
The Citadel of Copenhagen
SHOW SHOW
Dog, No Leash
Positions
Beach II
Salty Embrace
Stile Gazing
Curiosity as Helmsmen
The Loading
Warm Little Pond x Sans Souci
“Oh darling, Let’s run with the turtles”
Where Sleeping Cows Lie
Box Office
Warm Little Pond
A Faint Smell of Sulfur
Sara Sjölin & Søren Rye
GOSSIP
EVERGROWN: Registeringens Organismer
Im Drunk And I Want To Sleep In The Bog Tonight
September
Hinder
The Tired Mask of Spring
Bawl Screen: A Topography
Bow
Staff Only
Yours To Keep
From Green To Grey
State of Affairs
APXIV
Homesick Gallery
Urielle+
Lifepark
Emilie Viktoria KJÆR & SóLEY RAGNARSDóTTI Pine Sleeves
Ikea-Konglomeratet
Sentience is for Losers and Nerds
Honeyland Festival
Figures of
Speech//Functional Escape
Nye Rør i Salon 75!
DON’T FEED THE TROLL
COMPRESSION
In Between And After
Squinting At What Appears To Be Almost There
Ingen Jury, Ingen Præmier
I Am Responsible For All Living Beings’ Happiness
Opening Friday the 2nd of June.
Volkertplatz 8, 1020 Vienna
Julie Falk
Jens Huls Funder
Nora Schultz
Charlotte Gash
Theresa Büchner
Rebekka Hilmer Heltoft
Invited by Christine Dahlerupvia Salon 75
Hosted by @gomoartspace
Volkertplatz 8, 1020 Vienna
Julie Falk
Jens Huls Funder
Nora Schultz
Charlotte Gash
Theresa Büchner
Rebekka Hilmer Heltoft
Invited by Christine Dahlerupvia Salon 75
Hosted by @gomoartspace
And then, the world wakes up, it begins to pay attention to itself. It walks down a city street and notices the grey tiles, the cigarette butts, the dog shit and the pavement weeds. There’s glass between that shiny floor of it, it is complicit with law and order. It breaks no windows.
The girl next to me is fidgeting with a Kleenex: She is wearing big headphones, I forgot mine in the locker outside the library. I’m typing on the keyboard, her hands are occupied with the tissue paper.
She utilises that Kleenex to wipe off dust and dirt from her MacBook charger. It makes a subtle, but very dry, screeching sound. I look at her and look at her and then she looks back at me.
Text by Christine Dahlerup
The girl next to me is fidgeting with a Kleenex: She is wearing big headphones, I forgot mine in the locker outside the library. I’m typing on the keyboard, her hands are occupied with the tissue paper.
She utilises that Kleenex to wipe off dust and dirt from her MacBook charger. It makes a subtle, but very dry, screeching sound. I look at her and look at her and then she looks back at me.
Text by Christine Dahlerup
