An Hour in the Trump Towers
I lurked the public grounds of the Trump Towers one summer afternoon in 2014. In the hub of New York City’s Midtown, it ran rampant with all walks of life — even the ones Trump himself regularly dismisses.
At this time, I was completely unaware of Trump’s future presidential candidacy. I was more interested in documenting the people who inhabited the structure, and the dynamic between the different types of labor that can occupy a building.
I imagine this space as a direct representation of our corporate America. The the fruitful New Yorkers roaming the outdoor grounds, monotone men in suits, and the laborers maintaining the dizzyingly gold-mirrored lobbies.