What a strange vintage we are. Constantly needing to photograph each thing, each moment. What other species demands to self archive everything? The same information, experiences, places visually captured over and over again. What do we expect to learn from it; from taking a picture of it all? No Coining - All Rights Reserved

Jan 22, 2015

My Hotel Kitchen


This is what happens when you move into a resort hotel room and decide to live. Your kitchen becomes a bar-sink and a hot plate.

Would you believe I cook every night? Well not every, but more often than not I cook out of this kitchen. I am not talking about hot pockets and microwavable burritos. No, I am talking about meals. Take a closer look at that bowl. That’s squash with chicken underneath. Its seasoned in soy sauce and left to marinate for 5 mins. or so. After that you grab your fry pan, place it on-top of the bowl, turn it over and leave it on the hot plate at high heat. For how long you ask, until it almost starts to burn; you’ll smell it.

Then stir-fry it and it’s all done.

So what’s in my kitchen?
One small hot plate
One sink
Stupidly huge refrigerator  
A microwave
One set of chopsticks
One spoon
One knife- note the zip-tie holding it together, that's what you get for $2
One plastic cutting board
One Leatherman- for cutting limes for beer
One shot glass
One Martine shaker- usually used as a glass
One Red Robin metal cocktail glass
One bowl
Soap and sponge

Tumon, Guam

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