1981, a time when the moon was apparently made of radioactive cheddar cheese and hovered menacingly close to the financial district. This photo radiates that specific "opening credits to a slow-burn detective show" energy, where a guy named Rick stares out the window, nursing a lukewarm scotch and wondering why his informant hasn't called. You can practically hear the saxophone solo and the click-clack of a thousand IBM Selectrics echoing from those illuminated windows. Every single light represents a middle manager in a brown suit staying late to smoke indoors and physically cut-and-paste a report together. It’s moody, it’s grainy, and it captures the exact moment the city goes to sleep, except for the people trying to meet a deadline before the morning fax.

兵庫 出石 // Izushi, Hyogo

Keiji Uematsu. Wave Motion I, 1976

Bob Petillo, “Strata,” 1983

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— Warsan Shire