Amanda with her two friends Rebecca and Marilyn. Gunnevi, Sweden, 2012. Elin Berge.

Amanda. Gunnevi, Sweden, 2012. Elin Berge.

Amanda. Gunnevi, Sweden, 2012. Elin Berge.

Another advantage of being together with Åsa and Knut Egil is that we have gotten involved in each other’s projects to the extent that we actually try to scout people and situations for one another. Suddenly I see “Fika” and “Spare time” moments everywhere. And they see blondes.

Knut Egil had met Amanda when he was walking around the center of Arvika. He had gotten her number and learned that she would go to the Gullevi dance the same evening. She wouldn’t at all mind being in my project and when we got to the dance I phoned her. They hadn’t yet arrived, but I could come to meet them, she said. I walked the small road from the dance place back to the main road and there in the roadside they had stopped. I heard them laughing from far away and when I came up to them, Amanda was just unpacking her bag to show her two friends which lace underwear she didn’t pick this evening. I was kind of entertained by the whole situation and laughed together with them as I took pictures. Suddenly Amanda shouted out in panic: Oh my god! OH MY GOD! She threw herself behind my back, holding on to my shoulders, sneaking up to gaze at one of the many crowded cars that passed. It’s him, she said quietly, with a tense voice full of excitement. It was not hard to see which one of the boys in the car she meant. One of them was struggling incredible hard to pretend not to be aware of the giggling girls as the car passed by.

— Elin Berge