Viewed, standing in a freshly painted steading of white.
But things never look white when they’re on a white background. Or at least, not very easily in photographs taken on a phone. I like the way that the lights burn brightest with the background greying to black, here. Like a Playhouse in old Hollywood perhaps, or on Broadway, or at ‘the shows’.
And the little lightbulbs so perfect and poppable. White light. Words lit-up. Stark and yet so full of meaning. A lightbulb moment. A time to wake-up and imagine what you desire.