There's something odd about housing blocks in the country. Like foreigners from far off cities plopped onto the horizon they sit there entrenched, solitary and naked. In their stoic rigidity they chafe against the ever-changing landscape they are placed in and recall anonymous city life, however misplaced in a village or countryside context.
Plattenland explores the rift between two modes of living and what happens when they find themselves in the same place. These are the living relics of an era in which man attempted to find his humanity by rejecting it.