“The Lonely Heart I” (1987/2015) expands on this premise, arguing that all architectural spaces, not just hotels, might resonate with erotic overtones. Here, snippets of text from letters to the advice columnist, Joyce Brothers, are interspersed with photos of slick glass office towers. One such missive came from a sexually frustrated woman who wished her husband would spank her. The piece seems to ask: Do these architectural symbols of prestige and power convey an aura of eroticism? Or, are they merely emasculating cubicle farms that foster sexual dysfunction? Probably both. Either way, the point made is that even our most non-erotic spaces might be as capable of shaping our sense of eroticism as our boudoirs. Two other photographs explore a similar tension by starkly superimposing diagrams of airport terminals over photos of faces taken from porn videos.
staring into the camera with a kind of wry self-possession. Her eyes and shirt are in color; the rest of the image is black and white: a device that asserts the fact we are looking at a flat surface tarnished by exposure to light and shaped by familiar clichés that Hall knows all too well.