I grew up close to the Stony Hill hotel. It was right around the corner from where I lived on Willow Run near the Hermitage Dam in Kingston. Even in those days (when it actually had guests visiting), it always seemed to me like a place one goes to get murdered.
Its decor is frozen firmly in the 1970s, complete with yellow and green shag carpeting and furniture that seems like it was made in 2009 to LOOK as if it was made in the 70s (but clearly wasn’t), if you know what I mean.
Years later, a visit to the hotel confirms that absolutely nothing has changed, except for the fact that the old lady who owned it has died and the place has now been sold (nobody knows to who).
It seemed like a perfect place to photograph Esther -Quiet. Weird. Pretty.
More after the jump…