My grandmother used to take me shopping with her and I always hated going to Super A. One time I stuck my hand into the bean barrel and one of the market employees flipped out. A throwback to 70’s sensibilities, the market’s design had a certain color coordination for the butcher’s section, the produce and everything in between felt bland.
In front of the court house he approached and began speaking about the salvation at hand. I didn’t look when I took this picture. He heard the shutter click, paused and crossed the street.
Alternatively: While my stool gently weeps.
Somewhere in Santa Barbara. Film, 2012.
Obviously not a fan of photos. Alhambra, along Main Street.
Around 2011. One of the first street shots where I asked the person if it would be OK to maybe steal their soul?
Broadway near the Grand Central Market in Downtown Los Angeles. This is one of those failed shoot from the hip images. When I first looked at this I was really upset, but now I’m OK with it.
Along Figueroa in Highland Park
Floating, the sign calls out, with the azure backdrop to bring home and emphasize how important it all was.
El Super in Highland Park at Sunset. Notice I didn’t say The El Super. People do that.
Highland Park – Where York Boulevard and Figueroa Street meet.