Country Country

The dream of a country where skyscrapers give way to porches with rocking chairs sounds both ridiculous and appealing. Here, concrete is replaced by cornfields, traffic jams by Saturday bonfires, and office glamour by the smell of gunpowder, smoke and home-cooked dinners. A simple fantasy: take a sledgehammer, knock down everything that is too cumbersome and leave only what fits in your soul.

In this picture, everyone has a dog in their pickup truck, a gun by their bed and a Bible on their bedside table. It's a bit caricatured, but that's the charm of it: it's as if you're taking the country in your hands and repainting it with the pastel colours of the village, rather than the grey shadows of the city. And it becomes clear that behind all the irony lies a banal but eternal desire - to live a simpler and warmer life.