Juxtapoz // Wednesday, April 10, 2013
“For all its squalor and despair, the laundromat has held a curiously elevated status in the global mind. Things happen in laundromats. People get hurt. People hide. People see God. People fall in love. People go nuts. People make plans. Or so TV and film have led us to believe for the last 40 years. Snorri Sturluson is certainly no exception to the laundromat’s allure. When he moved to New York City in 2001 he was smitten with their charm. It was, Sturluson said, as if everything he’d learned about America over the years had contracted in a brilliant epiphany.