The sounds of a Wimbledon match recall lots of memories to my mind, few of which have anything to do with tennis. It's the late nights in Brixton, the early morning train, the queue outside the gates, the overpriced Pimm's and the excitement in the air of the All England Lawn club.

Centre Court at Wimbledon reimagined for a Cities and Memory project

The Queue

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Ricorda

lost and (not) found is a collection of vignettes created for people longing for lost objects of little importance

Item I

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In Canto IV of the Inferno, Dante introduces Limbo with the sound of "sospiri" (sighs, that made th' eternal air / Tremble [..]). This is where the innocent souls of the unbaptised reside for eternity.

Seven centuries later we're turning fiction into reality. People, whose only fault was being born on the wrong side of the powers to be are sentenced to a grotesque, heartbreaking punishment.

Sospiri

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item IV

I have a long history with Berlin, and this contemporary art bunker represents very well everything the city means for me. It's deep, dark, yet lively and hopeful. This is my love letter to Berlin.

This is part of the Autumn project by Cities and Memory, you can find it on this map: https://map.citiesandmemory.com/maps/point/3493

the figurehead

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