I did my first trip outside the nordic countries when I was 16. I flew to London and I was in love. I got my first real camera and since I was a bit unsure how to load the film properly I asked a colleague of my boyfriend to load it for me. The upcoming summer I started to work in my local camera lab. Standing curious waiting by the developing machine I saw the film coming out. It was completely blank.
This time I got another experience of UK. Stored on my hard drives and in my memory. Yesterday I got back home from a long trip to France and UK, photographing some magazine work together with a journalist. I would called the moments treasures that I didn't knew was existing when I grew up during the summers holidays in a caravan on the Swedish countryside. Even if that was the best my parents could have ever given me.