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May 23, 2004
How to Use a Camera
There's something about the anonymity of highrises and downtown landscapes that makes people think that they're invisible, and that brings out the worst sorts of behaviour.
Our friend Stevem has had numerous people use binoculars or telescopes to stare into his apartment, and he's taken to photographing them in action.
I walked into my bedroom to get my slippers, and he was sitting on the bench staring up at my apartment. It was a little irritating, but not too intrusive as the distance makes it difficult to see clearly into my bedroom. But a moment later he jumped up and used the binoculars to peer into my BEDROOM.
Posted by ayse on 05/23/04 at 11:26 AM