1. Duke of Yorks Picturehouse, Brighton, England | ah, mis-spent (or not) youth – smoking ten malboro red on the balcony with some cheap red (head) as i slipped into the mysteries of saturday afternoons watching Louise Brooks…..

2. Electric Cinema, Notting Hill, England | sundays after portobello market, watching nouvelle vague 60s – all black turtleneck and leather jackets and faded dreams of Thatcher England.

3. Laemmle Monica 4-plex | secret joys of slipping into a cinema with the sun still beating down outside, sand on your feet from the beach, skin smells of suntan oil mixed with Chloe and watching a Woody Allen or Chocolat – memorably one new year’s eve when I wanted to be alone.