Scene: a junk-filled empty lot near London's seedy Portobello Road. Rain clouds. Children swinging from a rope tied to a tree. A crowd of corduroy jackets and miniskirts respectfully watches a German painter named Wer ner Schreib tack a huge picture of Ludwig Erhard to an easel, then set it afire.
"It's a spiral of crisis," he explains.
France's Jean-Jacques Lebel strolls through the crowd, inviting each spectator to close one eye. He holds up a pornographic picture to the other eye, strokes the closed eye with a feather, then invites the spectator...
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