August 28th 2017
Any other day, his shirt is black.
New York City takes time away from you, and time to know.
Hovering five storeys above Chinatown’s industrious streets is a hidden pool hall. Synergistic in colour; brought to you by this man – the owner.
As pool was played, I observed the weight of his working body shift from two points to three, and finally to one sand-settled elongation upon the couch. I realised a living room.
Back in Melbourne, I asked a friend in New York to obtain permission from the owner to use this image. A few days later, the pool hall unexpectedly closed down.
Any given day, he isn't there.