Dungeness is a funny old place, housing a selection of shack-like residences, a smattering of lighhouses and two nuclear powerstations. The skyline is littered with pylons and wires criss-crossing over one another, the beach with decaying fishing boats and shipping containers as the power stations loom over everything. Not in a threatening or monolithic way, the peculiarity of the landscape nullifies their ability to do so. Union Jacks and St George's Crosses flutter in the breeze. It has the feel of a non-place and indeed it could be uprooted and transplanted in America without drawing a raised eyebrow. However Dungeness is most definitely a place, with its clashing yet strangely harmonious visual languages and lack of pretence, it refuses to be and instead just is, waiting for the inevitable stories to weave their way in.
Film stills, 30/04/2010
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