A hotel room is impersonal, has to be impersonal, that makes it good. I am the soilure that penetrates this room, a room that doesn't need my presence. In this ever-evolving game of photography, Bargeld found himself taking photographs of hotel bathrooms. He says he took the first photographs in a Ramada hotel in Zuerich, not because the bathroom was special or different in any way, but rather because it was just like all the others. While he's still not sure exactly why he takes these photos certain rules have become clear to him, and he shares these in his essay.
Beds come with too many metaphors attached, they signify too much.
Secondly, he only takes photos of the bathrooms he has used, but he takes photos of all the hotel bathrooms he has used, no matter how boring they are. The rule here is that there must be daily service to remove all evidence that he has been there. Otherwise it's not an hotel. With this rule, I suppose serialbathroomdummyrun can be viewed as performance art. The photos themselves are very stark, gruesomely redolent of the sterile aura of hotelbathrooms.