I am not Marina

In a guest room of the Chinese hotel chain Vienna International Hotel, I struggle unsuccessfully to eat a 1,180-gram replica of a Sacher cake. Here, the cake epitomizes Vienna‘s tourism marketing, which is built on the city‘s fading imperial heritage. This image is also used to attract the wealthy group of Chinese tourists. Through its interior, the Vienna International Hotel reproduces the cliché of the imperial city of Vienna. The excess of exquisite chocolate dough leads to devaluation of the delicacy. Thus, desire turns to a nauseating sensation of disgust. Through humorous interpretation of autoaggressive body art, I call its relevance today into question.