I promised an update on the photography project I was asked to do, documenting the graffiti of what I think of as the Subject Bar.

I visited the Subject Bar for the first time over the weekend. There had been an incident the night before, an unruly customer, an ejection, broken glass. The door was being repaired while I was there, so I climbed through an open window to enter.

As I feared, it is quite dark, and so I am going to have to use auxiliary light and fake my own aesthetic, which comes mostly by trying to negotiate the circumstances of available light. Weird, to be asked to imitate one’s self.

With the fine ground powder of glass on the floor, the sleepy start of a bar’s day, the inky interior, the Subject Bar owner is abashed and wants me to come back when there are patrons, life, activity. I am not there to shoot patrons, but what the place looks like with it’s eyes half-closed, when it is quiet and perhaps dreaming.

I go back again tonight, there may be something else here.