I just bought a new camera. A black and white only camera. I talk to a friend who is one of the best photographers I know. He says: Wow, Andy, that is quite a commitment. I can see him slowly shaking his head in my mind’s eye. I used my old camera for more than ten years before it retired in a crack filled with saltwater far out in Gothenburg’s barren archipelago. It was an honourable ending to a grand love affair. But why black and white only? Because it creates a dream-like abstraction from reality. That is already there in my play. The sadomasochistic power game we play is not real because it’s conscious and consensual. And once it ends, we are back to the status quo. But we allow ourselves to fall in love with the question; what if this was forever?