Sex ist the name of the show. The gallery found its new loaction in an area where for deacades down-and-out heroin addicts notoriously walked the streets. There was noone in the gallery rooms except me, the gallery girl and: a dirty old man in shabby clothes. He was taking close looks at the works on display which where basically framed porn magazines from the early eighties. I wanted to leave this place immediately. Untill I realized: this man was Michael Snow. He made my day.