the invaders

Sunrise. California Desert. 6:29AM.

~the mojave is a big desert and a frightening one. it's as though nature tested man for endurance and constancy to prove whether he was good enough for california.~ john steinbeck

the whole truth

Nightclub. Paris. no filters. no photoshop. 2:30AM. Don't quite remember how i got back to the hotel that night.

back there

dust

When i want to be alone, i go to Los Angeles.

the night of the meek

finally after ?? months i decided it was time to get my car washed. This picture proves that, in LA, even the beautiful people wash their own cars***. Not pictured, just out of frame on the left was a woman who'd had so much plastic surgery done that she looked like a freakish cartoon character on steroids. Now that i've washed my car, I suspect it will rain within the next 24 hrs.

***as JD pointed out - taking your car out to get washed does not equal washing your own car. Point taken. What i should have said was that "In LA, the beautiful people drive their $75K cars to car washes themselves and have immigrant workers do the job for couple of dollars..."

a most unusual camera

my arrival back in los angeles. exiting the plane walking to retrieve my baggage. tired cattle. a mild sense that one is being sanitized as you walk thru the tunnel exiting to breathe in that clean, untainted los angelian oxygen. what's this habit i am forming of taking pictures of people walking in front of me?

the trouble with templeton

nothing like a rainy spring morning in manhattan.