The rumors are all true; Los Angeles can be an incredibly lonely place to live. Most residents fall into one of two categories: the natives having been raised here, and the explorers who arrived in search of mythical treasure.
When it comes to self-promotion, natives simply can’t compete. The explorers are like rats: hungry and so willing to take risks. They crawled here, tooth and claw, making untold sacrifices along the way. For ten years I worked as a freelance event photographer, watching these Angeleno natives and their explorer counterparts desperately collide with one another for a photograph.
But no matter how believable the performance, the truth could always be found between acts or behind closed doors; desperation from explorers and distance from the natives. Exposed occasionally on film, though never to each other.
