Does anything in your flat remind you of someone?
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Do-It-Yourself Mr. Bean (1994)
4 pieces of silverware, a milk jug, a teapot, a coffee por and another jug (I don’t know what it’s used for) designed and made by my father-in-law who was civil engineer. In his retirement he decided to train as a silversmith at the Sir John Cass School of Art in Whitechapel. These were the results and will always remind me of him.
John. London, UK
Sometimes my living area reminds [me] of my best friend at high school - Vicki, because it’s a little bit colourful.
Sara. Melbourne, Australia.
There are many memories in my flat. Mostly pictures on the walls and some trinkets. Art bought at Høstutstillingen throughout the years. Everything bought with my late partner Erik. He is the greatest memory here, and my mother-in-law’s trinkets bought on action.
Eivind. Oslo, Norway
The floor tiles, the faience and parquet remind me of my husband. Even if he was a mathematician, he made all the works in the house. He painted everything. Everything reminds me of him. I have lost him four years ago.
Doina. Bucharest, Romania
The piano from grandparents.
Dan. Bucharest, Romania
Most of the plants in our flat have been given to us by friends and family either as cuttings or as young potted leaves. They have all grown a lot in our greenhouse like flat and all remind us of the people who kindly donated them.
Alex. London, UK
Hi, I have a metal box that reminds me of my mum and grandma. The cereal in the kitchen reminds me of my son, he is the only one who eats it. Everything with a scull reminds me of my husband. We are separated and don’t live together anymore. I miss him whenever I see a scull. My toolbox reminds me of my dad. Best, Linda.
Linda. Halden, Norway
A stuffed river trout – which my partner Martin caught on a rod + line from a rowing boat on a lake in Ireland in June 2000 – weighing 10lbs 2oz. – so we had to get it home to Essex + have it suitably preserved. It’s mounted to look as though it’s underwater near the bed of the lake.
Jane. London, UK
The view from my bedroom reminds me of the first person I had sex with in this flat. I had just moved in and was hooked on a dark-haired guy who had been shifting between flirting and ignoring me for six months. I thought about him constantly when I oiled the floors and packed out my boxes. I moved in Friday and he came visiting Sunday. It was a disappointment, but we did enjoy that view together.
Frøya. Oslo, Norway
Two glass drinking glasses with a floral motive in relief remind me of my grandmother, who I inherited the glasses from.
Jiska. Oslo, Norway.
The furniture in the kitchen, that I did not change, reminds me of my mother who left us eleven years ago.
Smaranda. Bucharest, Romania
