What is it about certain photographers and walls? The more banal and suburban, or decrepit and entropic the surfaces, the better, it would seem. In the interest of full disclosure, let me state up front that in the past I have spent significant time as a card carrying member of this group, as unflattering as it may be to publicly admit such a thing. I once heard a museum director dismiss this kind of photography as being trivial — a topic only an amateur with no access to interesting subject matter would undertake. Fair enough, I suppose.
