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We’re approaching an era of stability in our lives. There is one roof and only one city. We’re taking the same trips and creating memories together. I found my tripod last week in a garage housing decades-worth of belongings I’ve left behind and mostly forgotten. This was the first time I’d used it since…some time ago.
Rochelle (far right) is back home in the Bay after living in South Africa for six months, and then briefly hanging in Los Angeles. Revaz and Laura (middle) are both in the Bay on their way to Portland. Laura will then leave to Kenya for a year where she’ll be based with human rights project Enough Project. Revaz heads back to Brooklyn and he’ll start his second year at The New School. Anna and I are headed back to Los Angeles. We were granted one day together and it involved futbol in Dolores Park, burritos, happy hour, portraits, and promises to see each other soon. I’m hoping it’s sometime in February. Maybe in Mexico.
It’s hard to have NorCal love coming from SoCal living. But the city’s colorful secrets make me wonder if there’s a possibility of living here in the near future.
My nephew is around 10-years-old. The shirt is closer to 30-years-old. Homeboy is bringing it back.
There are a few things you must do in this family before a certain age. You must learn to cheer for a certain sports team. You must visit Las Vegas, NV before your first birthday. And you’re obligated to learn how to play the family’s game: poker. Jacob, age 4, just got started on #3.
I started my day off here and didn’t do much else.
One pedestrian at a time.
Arts District Los Angeles, formerly known as the Warehouse District, reminds me of an underdeveloped DUMBO. Unused rail lines lead to fences. Buildings are covered in well-known stencil art. The sidewalks are mangled by the remnants of construction work either left unfinished or postponed. There’s even a nice view of Downtown from the area. Anna and I walked over to The Novel Cafe to scout the neighborhood’s vibe because we’re hunting for a new, semi-permanent home (Everything in your late-20′s to early-30′s is semi-permanent). She’s also not native to Los Angeles and we’re trying to visit as much of LA before jobs take over our time. I could photograph the streets of LA all day every day. In fact, I could photograph anything, anytime all day every day. This neighborhood makes me think, “Why not?” Continue reading Photo: 3652 Days: #222: Shepard In LA: Arts District LA, CA.
He’s recently lured me to the bright lights of a bowling alley. Champions are made on Monday nights.
I’m not inspired by fruit, flowers or vegetables. In fact, I get really frustrated at farmers markets because I can’t try most of the produce. I’m allergic to birch pollen, so nectarines, pears, peaches, apples, and kiwi – items always left out in volumes for sampling – are never for me. I’m left to do those other market things – people watching, voyeurism, spying. I stalked the homeboy above because he had the best product transport at the Hollywood Farmers Market. Makes me think you can be fashionable even when you’re only task is searching for the best figs in town. Continue reading Photo: 3652 Days: #220: A Man’s Bag: Hollywood, CA.
He just likes to make sure we’re alright.
I don’t know much about Culver City, Ca. My time in the area revolved around the Samy’s Camera just west of this shot. I hear galleries have opened (and closed) over the last few years, the rents are alright and there’s a “scene.” I’ve only ever visited the city three times and I’m a native Angeleno. The other day I met up with Oscar for lunch and he helped shed a little light around the area I was in. OG: “I hear there is a movie lot around here and The Wizard of Oz was filmed there.”
The interior needs lots of work, but you couldn’t tell from the polished exterior. The Chevrolet DeLuxe is Pancho‘s new ride.
Notorious for being the old stomping grounds of Charles Bukowski (a rumor no one I know has ever been able to verify) the Smog Cutter sits between gangland Los Angeles and the Western fringe of Los Feliz/Silverlake. The bar is small in square footage but large in personality. If you’re not ready for pushy/playful bartenders demanded you buy another drink, a cramped setting and lukewarm Budweiser, then go elsewhere. This is the place where “dive” really means something. And where karaoke shines.
This is Southern California.
Defari will tell you all about it.
There was a lot of fantasy involved before our move. What would our place look like? What adventures would be waiting? What memories would be photographed and preserved? I remember thinking it wasn’t a good idea to dream. I’ve had a turbulent relationship with Los Angeles over the years and my absence hadn’t resolved any ill-feelings. But I speculated this phase would be different – significantly different. Anna would be here. She would lead us to familiar places for me, and new places for her. I’ve touched the Santa Monica sand many times and the moment I began taking it for granted was the moment I decided to leave my hometown three and a half years ago. Yesterday, Anna was all smiles and joy. This was a new playground for her. The ocean was different. The people were different. The sunshine was different. But it was all her home now. She strutted toward the ocean with lightness. She turned to me and laughed. “You look like a tourist with your cameras.” And in a way I was. This was all new to me. The fiancee. In LA. With me. She grabbed her Pentax. “Let me take a picture of you. Maybe things will be different.
Manny: “I decided to start my own band.”
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