Michael Bodenmann
Hope & Peace
*100 copies limited edition* It was the spot—where you'd meet up with friends or bump into strangers. Walls covered with deteriorated posters and endless spray-paint conversations. A friendly face in a city suffering from an obsessive-compulsive cleaning disorder. I would stare at those walls, wondering what was behind them, yet there were no doors, no windows, no way to get in. Now it's all open: a stretch of yellow gravel, a wasteland that still feels strangely alive despite being practically …