Art Academies graduate runs to Berlin to search for love and art, but finds only bread, ketamine, and orgies. Visual diary about life between sex clubs, abandoned apartments, and streets where both furniture and people get thrown out. "I paint group sex, eat donated bread, and sometimes lick strangers, because, honestly, what else is an artist supposed to do without money or love?" Tender and dirty, funny and sad — this is an attempt at love, smelling of Berlin nights and the cellar of dreams.