An ashtray sits outside the Excelsior Hotel in Naples, worn smooth by time and use. A small, unremarkable object, it holds the traces of passing moments—pauses between conversations, cigarettes finished, people moving on—while the city continues, layered and alive just beyond the frame.
An ashtray sits outside the Excelsior Hotel in Naples, worn smooth by time and use. A small, unremarkable object, it holds the traces of passing moments—pauses between conversations, cigarettes finished, people moving on—while the city continues, layered and alive just beyond the frame.