Las Vegas is often described as a city of excess, but excess is merely the symptom. The true commodity here is permission. Permission to become someone else for a weekend. Permission to gamble, indulge, exaggerate, and temporarily suspend consequence.

The photographs in House Money focus on the spaces between spectacle: casino floors, fading neon, empty corridors, and the architecture built to sustain fantasy. Rather than documenting the city's attractions, the work explores the rituals of reinvention that draw millions into the desert each year.

In Las Vegas, anonymity becomes a luxury, desire becomes entertainment, and every visitor arrives believing the rules apply to someone else.