Golden Age

This is not about you, Mr. President. This is about people falling for something or somebody. I saw you campaigning in the Palazzo with its golden yellow walls. I watched your supporters hoping for a better future. I worried. How does it feel to reside in a tower of gold? I slept in your hotel that night. You won. Vegas, a place where perfect illusions and dreams are sold every night, hosting the Greatest Illusionist of our time. A city debunked by the rising sun every morning, revealing its ugly face. This series of photos addresses the illusive aspects of both Las Vegas and the US election campaign. It is my personal documentation of the seduction of... The Traveller. The Viewer. The Voter. The Golden Age. Is this a beginning or an end?