We stayed in a hotel called Metropolis. Wooden paneling, colorful stained glass windows, a huge crystal chandelier in the hall, all this gave an illusion of exclusivity.
I then felt bad for taking photos, because Oliver can’t verbalise his thoughts, so he had no say in whether he wanted to be photographed or not.
A few days into my trip around Scandinavia I realised that a roll of film in my camera was endless.
Each couple had their own story. You can feel the excitement, the tension, the desire in their interaction.
When I was taking this image, it immediately remembered me of one of the Tintin album I was reading when I was a child, Le Lotus Bleu.
Hence the woman, seeing me photographing a man, started yelling and swearing.
They seem to spend their time waiting or moving around the city.