Downtown LA.
Crowd in Spring street.
Walking, working.
Biking, begging.
Driving, diving.
A 40 years old man in T-shirt and tennis shoes is waiting behind me on the sidewalk.
On his shoulder a huge quiet and green Parrot is looking around.
I lift my eyes.
I see on the walls of two corners two huge B&W PORTRAITS by my beloved PHOTOGRAPHER JR.
WIDE EYE WOMAN and THOUGHTFUL MEN.
Finally we visit the glittering MUSEUM OF NEON ART in a run down building on 4th street with uncovered pipes on the ceiling and broken walls.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Light Sheet
When you land at night, Los Angeles looks an endless sheet of lights.
Without a Beginning.
Random shining and blinking yellow lights arising from the flow of the city.
The endless flow of people at the U.S. Customs and Border Protection.
Without a Beginning.
Random shining and blinking yellow lights arising from the flow of the city.
The endless flow of people at the U.S. Customs and Border Protection.
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