Soren Thilo Funder

In silence, a broker, bag over his head, is practicing the dying arts of stock broker sign language. The illustrative hand symbols, reminiscing the roaring commotion of the stock exchange floor, where trades had to be conveyed through an intricate system of hand gestures. A language strictly for the initiated and a language teeming with chauvinism and bigotry. A frat boy spitefulness bearing witness to the toxicity that once, and to this day still, streams through modern financialisation and the agents of neoliberal economy.