I mentioned before that I liked Nan Goldin and especially liked her photographs of beds in various states, made or unmade…. This is my own picture of a bed I had slept in in a hotel somewhere in Blackpool (and boy, what an experience…. in rainy old Blackpool). The weather was awful, and bloody cold though it was at the height of summer.
But what struck me was the sliver of light across the bed against the shadow. Moody. Along with the crumpled slept-in state of the bed.
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