Hugh Angle

Where: Chicago, IL

 

 

 

Before heading back to O’Hare last week I walked past The Bean. I didn’t stop because, well, The Bean is The Bean.

 

 

100 yards away in an empty outdoor theater I found a man in an orange shirt sitting in an empty sea of red seats. I didn’t get his name but it just has to be Hugh.

 

 

I couldn’t resist the negative space and the monochromatic effect including the shirt which was in the same hue as the seats.

 

 

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