Laundromat Zen

While living in San Francisco’s Tenderloin district, I found a strange solace in empty laundromats. I would walk about the city shooting whatever I came across on the street, but would always make a point to stop in an empty laundromat.

Of course, an occupied laundromat would be a strange incursion of privacy to photograph, and I feel that’s why this series made so much sense to me. There are certain spaces, especially in areas like the Tenderloin, where the division between private and public action grays. When these spaces are empty, they carry a certain air of welcomeness; a neutrality the way a church might offer for those who are lost to feel a sense of non-judgement within.