I filmed this last night at a corporate event of a big mobile phone magazine - it was the most interesting bit about the whole party. Ah, sorry, this AND the magician.

What i found fascinating was the beautiful shapes the particles in the air threw but also the fact that this was not from a smoke machine but the normal air which we were breathing in all night and the light of the projector only made visible here.

Music: Jan Jelinek - Moiré

On my way to a club I encountered this guy here in Brick Lane. I couldnt believe how natural and seemingly comfortable he slept on this mattrass in the middle of the road. I mean i have seen many rough sleepers before - where I would never take a photo. But this fella here had something special about himself. Maybe it was the embryo-like position? I dunno.

But when I left the club about 6 hours later, I couldn't believe my eyes. But in a different part of Brick Lane - the same guy - in the same position only this time next to a traffic cone!

How random?! Or maybe not at all - maybe he is doing some sort of Sleep Art project?

There is something about Shoreditch that fills my heart with a deep sense of melancholy. It feels like I have a dejavou when I walk it's grungy streets. Something that reminds me of what happened to the East Berlin that once made me fall in love with my German home town.

An East Berlin of the 1990s with a we-don't-give-a-fuck look full of randomness and weird things to discover everywhere. Blocks after blocks of houses with century old scars and wrinkles often hidden underneath layers of street art, stickers or tons of outdated club posters. It was before the government, the money and the corporate hippsters had arrived in the capital and still no food or coffee chains anywhere to be smelled.

A face that naturally grew old - every corner telling a story - breathing in and out the spirits of the past.

Something I find every city needs as a birth place and home for many artist generations to come.

But East Berlin especially the Central district called Mitte had undergone a for me very painful face transplant undertaken with a bland scalpel and now looks like someone used the healing brush in Photoshop too much.

And my observations and experience tell me that the same will happen to East London and Shoreditch - if it is not happening already.

As we speak you can see the big financial towers raising like weed at the edges of it. And the new almost finished Overground trainline will soon pump a new wave of affluent super-polished poshness into the district like a dirty needle viruses into your blood stream.

The 2012 Olympics will hammer the last nail into the Shoreditch coffin, as the planned closure of the free art gallery-pub The Foundry already indicates. The popular oasis of undiscovered artistic talent near the Old Street roundabout will soon after Christmas be replaced by a hotel. Ironically enough by a German chain called Art Hotel!

So everything I see and photograph NOW - is a testiment of the past .

Aye, Aye, Cap'n!