A still image of a rundown mid-terraced house, the warm light from the living room illuminates out onto the cold night-covered suburban street.

 

A young woman, with her long dark elegant coat, holding a white box, and her little rat-like chihuahua hard on a leach, walks fast down the pavement -she looks misplaced.

 

The dampened sound of old-school Hip-Hop music plays in the background of the warm but dimly lit living room... More light beams out of the adjourning kitchen space.

 

A closed white 80s domestic oven stands in the corner of the kitchen -- a true work-horse...

 

Various different cheeses are scattered around the kitchen worktop -- a box of low moisture mozzarella, a pack of opened fresh mozzarella, a broken piece of hard cheese next to a Microplane grater...

 

A ladle in a deep glass jar with the remains of crushed tomato sauce.

 

An oversized basilica plant next to the sink full of individual plastic tubs, and empty tomato tin cans.

 

A semi-burned large wooden peel full of dusted flour...

 

A messy wooden dining table, crammed with post-it notes (ghetto-bongs), a round plastic container of some more finely grated hard cheese, beat-up cookbooks, a branch of dried wild oregano, next to a cup of dried chilli flakes... and in the centre of the table... a large crisp, slightly misshaped golden brown, with splashes of red... the pièce-de-résistance -- a twelve-inch Za...

 

Or like the rest of the world would call it -- Pizza!

 

YB, a late thirties, with salt-n-pepper ‘fro, and a somewhat knackered looking man, wearing a tomato-stained white Tee, puffy YMC dark trousers, a sad face on his left sock, and a happy face printed on his right -- sit by the warm light in the living room, reading an article on his old school, sticker-covered, MacBook - the hip-hop music plays low in the background....