Las Vegas, NV. November 2011.
I was in Vegas (a place I find fascinating and unpleasant in equal measure) for a work shindig last November and, as I always do when I’m there, spent a day trying to make some visual sense of the place. The scale of things is weird, the light is misleading, and the sheer amount of detail is overwhelming. Composition is primarily the battle to impose some form of order on a largely disorderly world, and Vegas seems particularly intent on resisting this. It’s no wonder most people just say, ‘fuck it’, and get drunk instead.