About a year ago, I had this idea to document the ways in which queer people create, define and manage sacred spaces. My immediate thought was to focus on private sacred spaces, like bedrooms. To document how these spaces are maintained and what it projects onto the person about themselves. But as the queer underground started to reemerge in Philly over the last ~year, it became very clear to me that there are far more complex and nuanced ways to think about sacred spaces. Antithetical to the queer underground is this exact notion of documentation, of ever leaving something tangible behind. It is meant to be fleeting, to go unnoticed, a celebration of the absurd, and to serve as a relief from the oppression of monotony. Anyway, I’ve been thinking a lot about how precious this moment is for Philly right now, and I’ve been enjoying capturing that. This is Jim, in his living room, moments before Pleasuredome. Philly, 2018.