When I came back home from New York, I knew the pictures I would take would have no method or logic other than to capture the new routines my sisters and mother and grandmother were slowly developing. We hadn’t been together like this in years.
Everyone assumed these new routines would be temporary––but what does temporary mean in a pandemic?
These pictures explore and exist in this limbo of time––joyful and memorable, but occasionally lonely and grim.
Time forcefully spent at home exacerbates experiences, making dull moments remarkable events: a phone call, opening a bottle of whiskey, looking at a mirror without reason. Everything could happen at the same time, the same day; then you realize it’s been weeks, your routine has become a ritual, and you haven’t been out of the house for months.
This is a project of Lori Grinker’s NYU graduate photojournalism class.