Rewind the Future
DJ bbs & DJ Samy Winehouse

Concert

December 22, 2023 / 20:00

Pera Museum presents "Rewind the Future", the event featuring performances by DJ duo bbs and DJ Samy Winehouse, in the context of the exhibition Souvenirs of the Future, which showcases contemporary works based on the Suna and İnan Kıraç Foundation Kütahya Tiles and Ceramics Collection. Futuristic mixes of past sounds will be performed in the free event.

20:00 – 21:00 bbs
21:00 – 22:00 Samy Winehouse 

The event at Pera Café’de is free of charge and does not require reservations. As part of “Long Friday”, visitors can enjoy the exhibitions without an entrance fee from 18:00 to 22:00.

Temporary Exhibition

Souvenirs of the Future

The exhibition focuses on the memories recalled through objects whilst exploring the connections between memory and future imaginings through a contemporary lens. The cultural and symbolic value and significance of objects taken as souvenirs, those that remind us of a certain place and time, or those that are collected, weave together personal journeys and the memory of the region. Instead of a nostalgic attachment to the past, it proposes contemplating how the future will be remembered and focuses on memory's future-oriented functions.

Souvenirs of the Future

Galatasaray, an Institution of Institutions | Besim F. Dellaloğlu

Galatasaray, an Institution of Institutions | Besim F. Dellaloğlu

Is Istanbul a single city? Will Istanbul too, be one day one day divided into different sections, and numbered like the arrondisements of Paris? These are tough questions indeed! 

Paula Rego in Istanbul!

Paula Rego in Istanbul!

We, by which I mean some of my classmates and I, knew about Paula Rego. I’ll have to admit, I didn’t know where Rego was from or even where in Europe Portugal was. I thought she was English. Let me tell you how I first heard the very un-English sounding name “Paula Rego”

Midnight Stories: The Soul <br> Aşkın Güngör

Midnight Stories: The Soul
Aşkın Güngör

The wind blows, rubbing against my legs made of layers of metal and wires, swaying the leaves of grass that have shot up from the cracks in the tarmac, and going off to the windows that look like the eyes of dead children in the wrecked buildings that seem to be everywhere as far as the eye can see.