Royal

‘From its secret vantage point on the fifteenth floor of the Hotel Royal, Macau, the camera spies an obscure ceremony underway in the public square below. Who are these strange, headless officials, arranged decorously in a row like mannequins? By what inscrutable protocol do they stand there, hands neatly folded before them, feet never budging from their designated chalk marks? An enigmatic tape that may provide a satirical comment on empty ritual, and yet shimmers with the unreality of a mirage.’ – Peter Matthews