While living in New York, I loved going to the toilet, wether it was in restaurants, diners, coffee shops or gas stations. Every visit to a bathroom felt like a little present: how would they display their regulations here?
While traveling through the States, the watertowers became the connecting dots between the cities we passed, linking them together in invisible ways.
What better way to experience the “Real New York Life” than to be mesmerized by watching your laundry, twisting and turning, accompanied by the sounds of mothers shouting at their children and gossiping about their neighbours, grumpy men delivering big bags of laundry to be washed and the giggles of the Spanish ladies when their favorite soap actor kisses his mistress.
