Abstract

Abstract:

We all take part in the seemingly mundane act of going to the gas station—whether to fill up our tanks, relieve our bladders, grab a cold one on the way home from work, buy live bait, or take advantage of Friday night’s “prime rib special.” In an increasingly atomized world of mediated interactions, we have fewer and fewer communal spaces in which we share a common experience. It is this unique commonality of passing through the same corridor that I seek to capture by setting up a makeshift photography studio on the shady side of an asphalt lot at rural gas stations across the American South.

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Additional Information

ISSN
1534-1488
Print ISSN
1068-8218
Pages
pp. 36-53
Launched on MUSE
2020-03-21
Open Access
No
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