Tuesday, September 9

Alone on the Elevator

[Alone on the Elevator]

Six or seven years ago, I was working in the loop, and someone told me that there were cameras on the elevators in my office building. I asked a security guard about it, and he grinned at me saying, "we know you". I was mortified. I, when alone on the ride up to the office, had regularly used the elevator as my personal grooming parlor: time to straighten my stockings, fluff my hair, blow my nose, pick something out of my teeth, stretch, rearrange my cleavage . . . . I wondered what other people did and whether they knew.

Through Fimoculous I found this series of obviously contrived, but nonetheless interesting vignettes seen from the perspective of an elevator camera.