Hat tip to my pal Scott.
I’ll have to ask my friend Charlie whether he knows about this. (He’s been in the grip of Lynchmania since long before his current yurtmania seized hold.)
“…plenty of room to dream.”
I share Lynch’s fascination with nighttime house interiors, although I’m not especially interested in seeing the people who may dwell within. I enjoy looking in as I drive by, and watching the perspective change in the brief moments as I pass. It gives the room a three dimensionality, like holding a dollhouse in your hand and rotating it. Imagining yourself inside new places.
Thank you, Erica.
Y’all will eventually read about some guy in Ohio who smashes his car into a tree one night while peeping into the windows of strangers.
There are a couple of photographers I enjoy that have the peeping tom feel to them. One is Todd Hido who photographs empty interiors and exteriors where the lights have been left on inside the house. He captures that feeling of someone’s presence in the house without showing people. I can’t remember the other photographer right now, of course. Brain fart.
When I was a child, I used to look into homes from the backseat wondering about who lived within. I think this mystery came out of going to look at homes with parents and seeing the fully furnished of homes my parents were thinking about buying.
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