In this respect, the long Swedish winter, which is the object of the series Vinter, has nothing to do with the immaculate winters featured on postcards and in fairy tales. Just like this laughing snowman, the snow is muddy and filthy. The night seems not to have to end anymore. The alternating of outside and inside defines an anxious geography. Despair even seems to win over those who, at a party, are looking for a derivative to boredom. Lars Tunbjörk’s flash makes no concession; it scrutinizes the ordinary and underlines the grotesque of these situations.
