In the middle of Rembrandt’s plein in Amsterdam, in the warm embrace of Café Schiller, sit colleagues and father and daughter, Harri and Nína Harra. They are waiting for Orval, a suitably strong trapper with a purple-blue diamond label: an upright trout with a gold ring in its mouth. The bottle comes with a wide goblet that can hold the entire contents if poured slowly and fearlessly. Over an aperitif, they discuss housing and home. Over a decade ago, Harri wrote imaginary Icelandic street names that served as titles for artworks at Mokka Kaffi in Reykjavík: Rauðhólabraut 83, Starland 64, Torfhólar 176. Nína has spent years collecting Icelandic real estate photos, especially those that bear the life marks of former residents. Real estate photos want to be imaginary addresses, where buyers project onto them hopes for a cozy and safe everyday life. But homes are slow to forget. No matter how stylish everything is, the spaces take on the characteristics of lives that inhabit the layout...