Moving through New York, Amsterdam, Los Angeles, and rural America, Ester Spitz records the small details of everyday wet streets, hotel rooms, motel rooms, film sets, cigarettes, light through windows, mornings, afternoons, evenings, nights, a pair of shoes, a dog at her feet.
A pair of shoes can matter as much as a love affair. A hotel room can become a universe. A city can feel like a stage.
With an unusual alertness to the seemingly insignificant, Spitz captures moments of longing, beauty, absurdity and bewilderment.
Intimate, restless and exact, ES shines a light on the strange business of being alive