Every other week or so, I take a few photos of my apartment. The idea is to make a little booklet for the relatives back in Europea (other impressions here). As you can see, this is not going well at all: The image above is from the terrace, the other from the guest bath. Ahem. Documentary photography this is not. What will the relatives say? I hope they’ll say something like “well, we still don’t know what the place really looks like, but at least he appears to have a roof over his head.” That’s what parenthood gets you––send the kids to the best schools, and then never hear from them again or, if anything, get stuff like this in return.
