My Beloved Slussen, Södermalm – My Playground, Soil, and Childhood.

As a love letter to Slussen, I present a series of photographs. From memories, I have searched through angles and corners, using my camera as a tool to capture the seemingly insignificant things, the broken, the twisted, the powerful and unfathomable, the beautiful shapes, colors, and the patina of life that so often passes us by unnoticed.

Slussen, this enchanting place, has long been and still is a central point for me. As a child, Slussen was the farthest boundary toward the unknown north, a thrilling and pulsating place for hide-and-seek and play.

Slussen, the place I’ve passed through countless times, paused at while waiting for someone; as a teenager and as an adult. A place and a gateway to meetings and thrilling adventures. A passage to the future, where I carried my expectations, disappointments, joy, happiness, and tingling emotions.

Today, Slussen is twisted beyond recognition. The places of my memories have been torn apart by ravenous machines and greedy ambitions, something that makes my heart weep.

Yet amidst this chaos, among the twisted steel skeletons, my heart also carries hope. A hope that out of what seems destroyed, something new can grow! Something untried that brings beauty, giving future travelers the chance, just like I did, to pass through this magical place, on their way to and from inspiring experiences.

And just like Kenta, I hear the roar of the locks... where I have faith in myself by my side.