When inside is outside and outside is in. Looking into the US Bank atrium from inside Chipotle. At the end of the lunch break, there are few figures to break up the chrome and glass vistas. The gloss and emptiness of the space is emphasized. It is a difficult landscape, and the spirit does not settle into the geometry easily.
A knife-wielding businessman runs into a pal in the Crystal Court. It breaks up the office routine, and forces a consideration of what security looks for. At this very spot, an armed guard stops me because I am holding a camera. I don't know too many people who could run around downtown with a 12" knife unsheathed and not attract official attention. I am sure it is a collector's item of some kind. I am sure he knows what he is doing...because he looks the way he does, right? Turns assumptions inside out.
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