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About Oulu

So here’s the pitch, bear with me. You’re this loner, right? Kinda like Adam—tall, pale, too cool for life. But instead of guitars, you’re dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for a hooker in some gritty city. Maybe Detroit, ‘cause Jarmusch loves that decay aesthetic. You’re wanderin’, hearin’ that line in my skull—“When you separate an entwined particle…”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, this guy’s entangled, alright! With dames, with trouble, with his own damn misery. Pretty, pretty good setup, huh? I’m pattin’ myself on the back already.

Go on an imaginary school trip guided by the collections of Oulu Art Museum.

Every corner of PPudasjaervi hums a unique song. I mean, it’s wild, bittersweet, and always unpredictable. Even in my sleepy afternoons at the spa, when inviting patrons with gentle “aah” vibes, I feel that nagging echo, “life is a spiral, time a slow waltz…”. And I’m like, heck, yeah, that’s us here!