In ‘Nostalgia’, I juxtaposed sequences of myself dancing in 1940s dress with photographs of my mother, Pamela Brendon, dancing with a wartime lover who was not my father. For me the war exists as a series of black and white adventures set to great dance music. It was also a time when codes of acceptable social behaviour broke down, and here I was intrigued by my mothers sexual license in an affair she would never admit to. CE