Just watched the immensely enjoyable visual essay ‘London‘ (1994) by Patrick Keiller.
In his essay on the film Iain Sinclair writes:
Any future urban cinema, wanting to learn from Keiller and Petit, should become a cinema of vagrancy. There’s no longer time for the laying of tracks, the crane, the cherry-picker: obsolescent industrial terminology. The truth of a city, divided against itself, can only be revealed, so Keiller believes, through a series of obscure pilgrimages, days spent crawling out on to the rim of things. The transcendent surrealism of airport perimeter roads, warehouses and reservoirs.
Makes me want to go a wandering……