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.