On Friday, September 20, 2019, neighbourhood life was in full swing. Both the shopkeepers and the inhabitants of the city, busy with their daily activities, were not concerned about their changing environment. None of them noted any of the latest developments in the city's common areas. Yet these new infrastructures would have a real impact on their daily lives.
Reykjavik, this tiny and unrivalled capital, designed in Faxafloi Bay, in the southwest of Iceland, a magical island of ice and fire, 250 km from Greenland, in a region where coves, straits, peninsulas and tiny islands follow one another with majesty. To understand Reykjavik, his vitality, his eccentricity, his thirst for culture and music, his desire to go beyond his own limits, you must first of all understand the nature around him, as far as the eye can see. A sumptuous and wild nature, soft and violent, which can be transformed in a few minutes, on this essentially volcanic land and offered to the elements.
The Star Ship is a spaceship sailing towards infinity. On board, generations of travellers subjected to dictatorial rules imposed by the Psycho computer. Recruited as a new police officer, Eddy Burns will discover the terrifying secrets behind this flawless system.
As I walk through the streets of Italy, I can only see daydreaming. My imagination is just an overlay of postcards. Without having set foot on it, I already have a very constructed image. What is this elsewhere on the border of a utopian narrative?