Security Room

Two men in basement room, twin surveillance monitors on top of metal files, a nondescript desk, employment paraphernalia. One of them begins the movements of a dance, smiling--the Aunt Jackie--except that they're not street kids, but gentlemen of middle years. The other watches, also smiling, increasingly inclined to join in. More and more so, until he gives himself to it, entirely, alone now in the frame...

A kind of anonymous hello to the world. Public and private at one go. Who's out there--this remains unknown. As in Benjamin's essay on the history of photography--those first few years, before the sitters had any idea...