The Virgin King
We missed our connection in London so Virgin put us up in a hotel for the night. I loved it. First, my trip was now a day longer. And second, the room was lovely. It wasn't mundane in any way, which would have been just fine. Instead, it bordered on over-the-top luxurious. My bed had at least six pillows, maybe eight. After a few weeks in India on a budget, the place seemed fit for a king. It turns out there've been some developments in the world of hotel bedding to which I've been oblivious.
This is a shot I made after waking up the next morning and being struck by the nice soft light hitting the bed. I tried making boring shots but the little human touch added by my feet worked best.
I received those fabulous yellow socks on the flight as part of Virgin's plastic pack of flight favors. I also got a little yellow toothbrush, toothpaste, earplugs and eye mask. The developed world is awash in excess.
I know this isn't exactly high art. That's okay. It's a memory and photography is good for that.
Take pictures.
This is a shot I made after waking up the next morning and being struck by the nice soft light hitting the bed. I tried making boring shots but the little human touch added by my feet worked best.
I received those fabulous yellow socks on the flight as part of Virgin's plastic pack of flight favors. I also got a little yellow toothbrush, toothpaste, earplugs and eye mask. The developed world is awash in excess.
I know this isn't exactly high art. That's okay. It's a memory and photography is good for that.
Take pictures.
1 comments:
I was not so impressed with his self portraits.
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