The Ritual of Hotel Rooms
I travel a lot for work, and I must have stayed in 100s of hotel rooms over the years. At first, and it seems so long ago now, it was exciting, but it got old quickly. To take something from it, I created the ritual of taking photos of my room and immediate surroundings- sometimes the bed, on occasion the view, even the corridor, but mainly the space between the room and the elevator.
Apart from the receptionist and the hustle and bustle of the reception area, I rarely see or encounter people once I ascend upwards.
Sometimes, I stay in a hotel that lingers in the memory long afterwards, for good or for ill. These are the hotels that break the monotony and homogenisation of the experience.
Kuwait City...the hotel was a cross between The Shining and a David Lynch set.
Saudi Arabia
Saudi Arabia...city beyond.
Kuwait City
Middle East somewhere
At the end of the corridor was a sidebaord with a phone. No dial pad. Who uses it? Who is it for?
Kuwait but could be ay hotel, any where...
Somewhere in Germay (I think)
Room with a view, somewhere...
never or rarely see people or fellow guests...
Some sort of coffee machine, half ass attempt...
Doha, Qatar 2023
Dubai
Most rooms I forget but some live long in the memory-usually for wrong reasons. This beauty was in Grand Rapids-the hotel was dark and had an odd smell with David Lynch undertones...
Zurich
'Schickimicki' Hotel Bonn 2014
Dubai 2022
Signs of life. Some hotels have 100s of guests that you never see...Dubai 2023
Berlin 2019
Abu Dhabi
Dubai 2021