Searching for truth in imaginative landscapes made real by their inauthenticity. To evoke the giddy, vertiginous sensation of taking flight in an age when air travel still represented modernity and adventure. Reproducing that giddiness, as well as the heat-warped visual distortion of jumbo jet exhaust, the sunbaked tarmac of landing strips, the criss-crossing cirrocumulus sky trails, background music in gift shops and beachfront bars heard through ears plugged by altitude pressure. In short, the fetishes of memory, the sensual souvenirs of a prelapsarian fantasy before “tourism” became a dirty word.