The open mic | Given free reign of an old Chicago hotel recently, my favorite discovery occurred just before midnight in a massive red ballroom. The microphone not only stood perfectly alone front and center, it was also left on. I remember speaking into it moments before taking the picture. My words echoed around the mostly empty room, but I don’t have any idea of what I said. Concerned I’d stir security with taking my exploration a step too far, I quickly snapped off six exposures of the microphone looking directly into its head. Three of them were used to make this photo.
I wasn’t the only one in the room. Two children were running around playing as if they owned the place while their mother watched carefully that they keep in line. It was a surreal moment to be in this incredible room with kids playing as the day closed. We made sure to take a picture of the kids that I’ll hope to get posted in the near future. I liked how the microphone was left there waiting for a voice. It became the entire focal point of the gigantic space.