Vacancy

I have always been fascinated by hotels. There is something about them that intrigues me and makes me think. I Think about how many people have slept in the very same bed as me, showered in the same shower as me...or even lain awake at night thinking about these very same things as me. I love how hotels are so impersonal, but yet I feel so at home in them. I love how everything in the room has its place, right down to the little bottles of soap in the bathroom, and the generic Impressionist painting prints on the walls. I have stayed in many hotels in my short lifetime, and a lot of them were at a young age. Although I may have stayed in these places years ago, I could probably still tell you exact details about them. I have started to want to photograph the places in which I stay, and try to capture the lonely and mysterious feelings that they emit. Hotels are places people go to get away from the real world. Maybe that is what I love most about them; they make me feel unlike myself. I feel like a different person, living a different life. In a sense, staying in a hotel is almost voyeuristic. They allow you to step outside of your everyday normalcy, and take a glimpse into life in a different place. One day I will have a job that requires me to stay in hotels, write about them, and photograph them and the places they reside in. It is not so much my desire to live a seemingly luxurious life, travelling from hotel to hotel. I would love it more for the idea that every place I went would be like experiencing a different life than my own.