“I want to pay so ugly that the people are pissing off when it is.” T. is 19 years old, wears tabby pants, military boots and a colored Iroquy strip on the bald head. It is someday between 1982 and 1983. For T., “to do what is good for me, totally fashion”. He lives in Wiener Gassergasse, “because it annoys somewhere else”. The former factory site, on which a number of autonomous projects including Punkbeisl has set up, is in a neglected state, the walls are sprayed – the ideal refuge for alternative edge groups.
