While writing an article on Work the other day (which is a bit like a horse writing about quantum physics) I began looking for a beautifully shot, vaguely relevant, inoffensive photo to put into my entirely misguided article, because that’s just what you do.
It was while doing this that I discovered something slightly off-putting; that being, that almost every beautifully shot inoffensive photo of a work-space is just a little bit weird. Take for example, this one:
This might look like a work-space, but look closer. Where’s the work?! Where’s the filthy phone charger? Where’s that tattered notebook full of unrealised ideas and missed meetings? Where’s the three empty coffee cups, or the stinking bag of gym clothes? Nobody in their right mind can possibly be this clean and simultaneously keep four plants alive.
This is either a desk of lies, or that of a serial killer.
So, follow me dear reader, on a disturbing little tour…
