Rolling thousands of kilometers during the night, Romain Osi photographs radiate the blur of neon gas station lights and truckstops that makes the hunger for a shotgun midnight roadtrip grow in your stomach and ache in heart.

A narrow room, sides lined with photos radiating a luminous red-orange glow, crowned by a video of the streaming night highway.

The clever part of this show was the viewfinder of our childhood’s past, this little box of darkness with mini-slides of the exhibited photographs that come to life in your hand as you click through them like the images flicker by you in that long dark drive home.