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I would say the first seeds of this video project were planted 15 years ago during my first summer in Brooklyn. I had a mile walk from the subway to my apartment and I looked forward to it every evening. I walked a long stretch under the canopy of trees, on streets lined with brownstones. In the purple-gold hue of the late sunset, from the sidewalk, I could see people in their kitchens, busy with dinner preparations. And it was always so interesting. Slices of life. A mom with a phone clutched between her shoulder and ear, talking while darting from one end of the kitchen to the other; a man with a sharpening steel prepping his knife for some serious chopping; a woman getting a box from the freezer; a couple talking and drinking wine while sharing dinner right in the kitchen. I had just moved to this big city and these scenes, accompanied by my own internal narratives, somehow helped make the anonymous city more personal. Kitchens are personal. And I guess that’s why kitchens often become the center of the home. When we have dinner parties, the living room is only second to the kitchen in terms [...]