There was a time when films could destroy a bunch of memories or .….… made them more magic.
It is about 15 years ago when I visited California. In Los Angeles the film of my camera covered everything in blue and gave all pictures a mystic atmosphere. It was a morning at venice beach and I didn’t see any of these blonds with the red bathing costumes. There was just this man meditating in the middle of the freshly plain beach. In the back you can see the cabin of the life-guards but also the smog of the city. Some of the experiences at that time set the seeds to come again. The Pacific was one of them.
Finally I have a room in LA. That’s a perfect start, isn’t it?