
Everyone’s Passing Through Anti-Camera’s Hotel
It’s ten in the morning at a studio in New York and there’s been absolutely no sleep. Anti-Camera is freestyling into a mic when four words come out of her: I love hotel. She doesn’t think much of it at first. In fact, it sits in a folder for months, waiting in line behind a title he’d already half-committed to – Leader – before he scraps that one too. He’d started picturing it as something closer to a cult leader than a bandleader, and that wasn’t the relationship to an












