2026 has arrived
2026 has arrived and all is well. Still shooting and roaming these streets! HAPPY JANUARY 6TH – A DAY THAT WILL FOREVER LIVE IN INFAMY.
2026 has arrived and all is well. Still shooting and roaming these streets! HAPPY JANUARY 6TH – A DAY THAT WILL FOREVER LIVE IN INFAMY.
Downtown Los Angeles: May Day – The good, the bad and the ugly… From my previous experience covering events and protests, I’ve learned that people often come out with their own agendas. Unfortunately, at this particular event, there was a lot of cringe-worthy behavior. Some workers were protesting for rights that they may not be entitled to as non-citizens. Additionally, there were individuals advocating for various causes, such as the rights of transgender individuals and political ideologies like socialism and communism. Tough crowd!
Tough times made tough people, still does… I don’t know… What I do know is that I took the bus up to a grocery store that I don’t frequent and I came up on some essential goods. It sucks having to live like this — I mean I don’t feel ashamed, I’ve always made whatever situation I’m in “work.” …But… I grabbed a few frozen pizzas and some boneless/skinless chicken that I can cook with the few side options I have available right here. Some cans of black beans or corn. I actually had it on my mind that I …
My entry for EXISTENTIAL online exhibition: No gray area: 35mm B&W film photograph of the fuzz, and a man in his wheelchair. Corner of 7th and Broadway. Downtown Los Angeles. FULL FRAME, NO CROP. DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES, 2008
My entry for THE STREETS online exhibition: I came across this image on a whim while conducting my usual routine of getting my archives together and organized. It’s a simple image, nothing too special about it. What caught my eye was the shadow on the wall — The shadow that did not disrupt the person as they slept peacefully. It’s grimy with a bunch of nuances: The shit and gum stains on the concrete, the differing colors of blue on the wall, how the blue and white checkered pattern of the shirt compliments the light and how the hair, bag, …
A bozo crept up on me unexpectedly while I was filming segments for an EPK. I was astounded at his nerve and my veracity — in doing so, I made him aware that I had pissed here and it was my territory for any media designations. I have a strict no-go policy if you’re hipster filth and rules are always enforced. Fuckery does not fly! Let it be known.