Obituary for Rolf Gardener (Geb.1948) : Every piece is a one of a kind!

scooter, as it was called, was a friend to Bremen chauffeur, hurry hurry, because it went to the acquisition of a tubular steel chair designed by Mies van der Rohe. On the way back they made a Stop, and stayed in a double room, but scooter's Hand was always on the chair. It is a rare individual piece, and his love of the Bauhaus was greater than all other Love, which, except for Siegfried, perhaps.

came As a scooter for the first Time to the Dessau Bauhaus building, he went to his knees and kissed the doorknob, Walter Gropius had designed. In his small apartment a Weissenhof chair, this is the first resilient cantilever chair by Mies van der Rohe, a few Art-Deco furniture, pictures of painter friends and all the things he had to store, when the Store including, once again, überquoll. Scooter was always on the road, at flea markets, Antiques fairs, from friendly traders, to acquire, and no, not just sell, but sell well.

In Cologne, he had learned to be a merchant, from Hanover, he had fled, too stuffy, Berlin was his big stage. "You know, I got something for you, great, have a look and come on down to the carousel of beautiful things!" Everything was great, unique, phenomenal. A lamp from the possession of the actress Lil Dagover, two meters with umbrella flower, a trophy of the great taste. "Buy you!" Some of the pictures, as others see, because each image needs its own viewer. "You don't understand it!"

Every thing, he wrote a story

He had the look, and he had sealed the imagination, each thing its own story, to not always be true, but consistent and suitable for the buyer. Everything he found went through a verbal Galvanisierungsbad: chrome-plating, silver-plating, gold-plating. Each piece is unique! In the case of the Bauhaus of the 20s, furniture, made him none. Since he knew the seat of each screw, each model, each prototype. He understood it, to open the other eye for the extraordinary, and, above all, he understood it, to attract the attention of others to themselves. If he Margaret, the whore with the largest Breasts in the city, a picture is sold, then with the same passion with which he offered to museums interiors of El Lissitzky.

The great gesture of giving away what he sells. "Friend, I tell you!", and then he told a story that you had to buy him.

Narrow and well grown he was

He had beautiful Manners, an extraordinarily attractive, sometimes nerve. Narrow and well-grown, always in style was safe, happy and colorful on-the-go, neck-cloth, brisk shirt, nice shoes, sometimes with a ruffle, always with a hat, but never tacky. Sometimes mundane shrill, if he was as a receptionist at a fashion show by Claudia Skoda presiding and with spitzer, guests tongue-assorted. He loved the big show.

Financially, he was always a little skewed, because he has not yet lived better than sold. Travel was not his, but excesses he liked from time to time, in the life of swash, it turns easier. In the evening he went to the Kleist-Casino, where the hustlers and the artists all seemed to be waiting for him. Salome, Luciano Castelli, "Sexy animals", as they called themselves as a Band: electro-punk. More in the "jungle", where Tabea Blumenschein embraced him, the most beautiful of all moths, and where so many other "ingenious dilettantes" swarmed around, an endless succession of holidays. When David Bowie came to town, he was from scooter immediately hooked. Nina Hagen was his best friend, hardly as they had crossed the border from East to West.

He looked for older men

If the scooter loved, then with a loud pounding heart. Where he found the audience, he sat in the scene. In the Opera, it could happen that he stretched the arms, through the Foyer rustled and loudly called: "Aida, you're here too!" No, he was not a "Schranktunte", the hid. It happened that he pushed a child 50 pennies in the Hand, and said: "Now you go home and tell mom and dad that you got from a Gay!"

"scooter, now sit down and shut up", had to remind a friend of him from time to time at parties, what wrung him only sigh: "you must love yourself!" And after a few drinks more: "ye shall love even more!" And with the thinking of the cat's misery the next day: "watch yourself!"

Three of the great Love he found in his life. He sought out older men who were allowed to be a bit on the stuffy side, let him come to rest. Recently, Siegfried was his Stop, had to leave his family, henceforth to be "the bear" was, for he endured even the Biedermeier style and the crossed swords above the Sofa. "Oh, if I didn't have my Sigi!"

But Sigi, his "late orange", died, although the scooter, as it came to an end, had kindled each day in the Church a light. The pillow was left to him, on which Siegfried's head had been suppressed, and now his head was, alone. This could not be, he could not grasp, that left him unconscious with grief, and old. Three older ladies pampered him in the nursing home and listened to his stories of the wild, wonderful times that never end, as long as there are beautiful things of which it is worth to tell.

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