I've always found Vegas disturbing to say the least. The town is designed to extract as much money from you as possible in the shortest amount of time. If you have no money to extract or no interest in having it extracted/spending, there is no use for you and you are treated to a different style of the city's hospitality. This is the feeling I've tried to get across in these shots-
The shots are hap-hazard and purposely grainy and noisy. Some are out of focus. I figured whatever it takes to get my point across. I'm not looking for glittery, warm and fuzzy. I want harsh and abrupt and mildly disturbing. It's not about the way they look, but about that thing you feel, the little knot or cringe. This is the way Las Vegas effects me. This is a much more positive outlook than I had several years ago.
Reading something of a quote in an article about Garry Winogrand referenced in a thread on this forum going, 'it's about photos that are on the edge of not working.' Armed with this and a dismal mission of spending 4 days in LV to drop my grand-daughter off at the airport, I finally had a fairly decent time in this -city-.
The first photo, inspired by the little dancer by Degas.
Second, anxiety in one lady while another woman walks quickly by.
Third- No one on this corner appeared to be in town. Listening to the bits of conversation I heard, everyone seemed to be with someone elsewhere (my grand-daughter included). Apparently I had turned invisible.
Fourth shot, I don't know what in the hell this was. She saw the camera and practically ran by. So I aimed and fired.
Fifth. These two guys walked up together, stopped for a bit- one talked on his phone, the other shot a picture. I thought they were together, but a the same moment they turned and vanished in separate directions.
Sixth. Inside the 'Fat Burger' was the one of the two people I saw that appeared to be enjoying themself. Her boyfriend/husband/brother sat there stone-faced.
Seven- These two were talking without looking at each other.
Number eight; my favorite photo of the evening. The girl didn't look real to me.
Nine. The father looked as if he was trying to have fun, but the rest of the family looked scared.
Ten. I should burn the noses on this. They appeared to be sneering at something down the road.
Eleven. The construction traffic controller looked as if she were ready to throw the stop sign and dive under a passing limo.
I thought I did pretty good--