Ceiling Fans - April 2004
I lived in a house on Carlos Avenue with eight roommates. People
were always coming and going, and almost always returning with
company. What began as the perfect living arrangement soon
devolved into a living nightmare. There were just too many
personalities, too many perspectives, too many egos, too many
dishes. When things went bad, the house divided. It became clear
that this was an “us and them” situation, and you were only safe
when on “your side”.
Before we ultimately decided to leave, I asked my roommates,
along with other regulars at the house, to pose for me under the
ceiling fan in the kitchen, the common area. Then I had them draw
their idea of a ceiling fan.
This was my family, one night at the Carlos house, April 2004.