Nice peice about an outsider spending time going through bits of the stuff left behind by Stanley Kubrick
It is not, though, as incredible a coincidence as it may at first seem. Judging by the writing on the boxes, probably just about every doorway in London has been captured and placed inside this cabin. This solves one mystery for me – the one about why Kubrick, a native of the Bronx, chose the St. Albans countryside, of all places, for his home. I realise now that it didn’t matter. It could have been anywhere. It is as if the whole world is to be found somewhere within this estate.