As a child, I was obsessed with the book, From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. It invoked a childhood trifecta for me-runaways, mysteries to be solved, and library science (yes, I was a dorky misanthrope)-but the real kicker was that the protagonist, Claudia Kincaid, decides to run away in comfort, and chooses for refuge the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. Life in a museum. Truly, nothing sounded better to this dorky misanthrope.
It’s not a new thing, my obsession with street furniture. The streets of New York are peppered with discarded chairs out waiting for trash pickup, and living there I was always in the habit of photographing them. Chairs take on anthropomorphic qualities easily, and when something first grabs my photographic eye, I don’t analyze it too deeply; it is only in retrospect and by accumulation that I start to see themes emerge and begin to pay more attention to what they are.