I Take Pictures Of Bathrooms
I take pictures of bathrooms. Everywhere I go — visiting my mom upstate, a highway stop in the deserts of Jordan, a fancy restaurant in Copenhagen — it doesn’t matter where, I love it all. There’s something so intimate and perfect about the inside of a bathroom. Even if it’s awful, for those few moments when I’m alone inside, it is a perfect closed circle of sight and experience. Capturing the interior of a bathroom is very much like a secret, a place few ever think to memorialize or make any effort to remember. But when I look through my images and see those moments inside the bathrooms of all the many places I’ve visited, I’m right there all over again; inside that little room with no window, all alone and quiet. I can think of no better way to capture the honest truth of a destination.