An Imagined City

When I think of a specific location or find myself in a certain place in a city, I often envision a scene from a movie. It could be anywhere: the lawns of a park, a gas station counter, the check-in desk of an airport or a hotel, the entrance stairs of a school or a city hall, the tombstones of a graveyard. Or, pushing a button in an elevator, ordering a drink in a bar, waiting in line at the supermarket. I would now like to ask you to share one of your memories of a room or of a site in a film. How do you remember its architecture, furniture, objects, light, and sound, its atmosphere? What interests me is how images from films, memories and your immediate surroundings coincide in layers. Distinct, yet blended. Emulsions of memory and space. Kind regards, Jonas Dahlberg