What I Learned Shooting Hotel Motel 101
Ever wondered where the idea for Hotel Motel 101 came from? Well, here's a bit of an insight into the inspration behind the project.
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01 Hotel Motel 101New South Wales2018
ISO 8004sf/2.814mm
Series · 103 prints
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Hotel Motel 101 is a series of one hundred and one motels photographed in 2018 across three runs out of Sydney. North to the Central Coast, west through the Blue Mountains to the central western tablelands, south down the NSW South Coast. The count crept up from a planned seventy toward the round number, plus one for safety.
Approximately one hundred and twenty motels were visited; ninety percent of those were photographed. The work was shot late at night and very early in the morning, when the signs are still lit and the lots are mostly empty. Most of the motels in the series still operate. The Thirroul Beach Motel is one of them: Brett Whiteley died in room 4 there on 15 June 1992. The room appears in the series. The work was first published in Suitcase Magazine on 1 May 2018, sold at the Finders Keepers market the same week, and was the subject of a Vivid Ideas talk at the MCA on 2 June.
Suitcase Magazine (Transient Lives), Broadsheet Sydney (Kei Wa Lee) and BROAD Magazine
Hand-signed limited editions, printed from the original RAW file. Editions run from 100 down to 25 and are not reissued once they sell through.
Made to order by Brett in Sydney, from the original RAW file. Each print is hand-signed and numbered before it ships.
Paper
Ilford Galerie cotton rag, 310 gsm. Acrylic on metallic gloss, 260 gsm.
Lead time
Unframed: 5 to 10 business days. Framed and acrylic: 10 to 20.
Ever wondered where the idea for Hotel Motel 101 came from? Well, here's a bit of an insight into the inspration behind the project.
Read the noteI'm often contacted by people who used to frequent the places I photographed. They share stories that enter the collections as additions or corrections. Sometimes they send their own photos from the same viewpoints, taken decades earlier.
The Guardian
On the LC archive.
One day I stopped at a vast abandoned factory I passed on my way home from work. There was a long section of fence missing. I wandered in, camera in hand, and that moment was the unofficial beginning of Lost Collective.
The Guardian
On the LC archive.
Leaving a secure job to work as an artist, trying to manage inconsistent income and tempering the self-doubt and self-criticism that came with it has been one of the most difficult things I've done.
The Guardian
On the LC archive.