Hotel Love

I spent the summer of 2015 at hotels. I was working for an airline company, so I traveled all over, and my home became my hotel room. The sheets weren’t mine, the area was foreign. I moved from country to country, from summer in Greece to fall in Ukraine. I tried to find intimacy in everything I could: looking for familiar view, over smiling to the nice lady at the reception. Hotel Love talks about home sickness, about loneliness. I photographed myself, the hotel rooms, the view from my window. Tried to find comfort in the a familiar habit.