Never one to conform to expectations, when photographer, filmmaker and producer Mark Lebon was looking for a house in the mid-1980s, he bought himself a parking lot instead. In the intervening decades, he’s conjured an extraordinary hand-hewn home and studio for himself, where fluttering flags, spinning cupboards and a rooftop veg garden join work by dear friends and collaborators – a place that, as Mark explains in our latest poetic (and occasionally profane) film, never fails bring joy to those walking by.