The friend in question has been collecting boxes of matches for some time, mainly from junk and curiosity shops around Brighton. He kindly donated the box pictured for inclusion in the Autopsies project. I am unable to say with any certainty when the box dates from but it features detailed prints of Italian landmarks, a delicately crafted inner-box and a strip of very worn sandpaper. The matches inside are needle-thin and so chic in comparison with the lumpy affairs we grope for during power cuts today. These are elegant and fashionable. The strangest sensation comes from lighting one, as the smell it creates is the dead come to life--for it smells so much like the past.