not alone, not even close

some selected images from my recent trip to austin texas for sxsw. for the first time i was not even close to being alone when out shooting. all these were taken from about 1-4 a.m. i noticed that anytime i saw green lighting it was from an atm. i found myself drawn to the guy under the atm, holy shit did he look depressed. everyone else was moving, except him.

the clock on the wall reads a quarter past midnight

lately i've been more interested about the people that are up when i'm shooting, the places they occupy, and what this can possibly say if anything about who is inside. light is selective at night for obvious reasons. but we controll it. we own the night. i'm wondering what it means when our existence is known only from a lightsource. subcultures both well known and not came from night. what does a house say about a person?