A brightly lit window in Beverly Hills.A bejeweled mannequin duo, caught in chiaroscuro light,are glittering under the bright spotlights.They do not blink, nor flinch, nor age.But they may be no more blank slates than we are. They are avatars, curated and constructed by designers.The represent a stylized presence with oversized sunglasses.One mannequin glitters like a disco pharaoh, while the...
At the La Peer hotel lobby, David van Eyssen presents an abstract animation of moving lines. Green patterns shift and move like curtains in the wind, the screen’s light illuminating the space dimly. David van Eyssen calls it a reflection on Cryptomnesia; the theft of memory, misplacing the origin of thought.In the green glow, a visitor watches with attention while David explains. I tried to...
Will Rogers Beach on March 2021. The world was still in suspended animation, half-paused, half-panicked. A deadly virus had taken hold, not just of bodies but of minds. I enjoyed my solitary walks on the beach. That’s when I saw it: a lowly spin class refusing to give up, relocated to the edge of the Pacific. They’d just moved the gym to the edge of the Pacific Ocean, where a fresh...
Will Rogers Beach on a late afternoon. I enjoyed the view over the Pacific Ocean, the breeze with just a hint of salt and gasoline. And there she was, a 1959 Corvette C1 sunbathing at the edge of a parking lot. An icon of design and V8 muscle. A bouquet of flowers on the right side of the dash, waiting for the newlyweds to arrive. But I wasn’t. I wanted to capture the romance of a road trip...
West Hollywood, May 15, 2018 I was walking down busy La Cienega Boulevard in West Hollywood with my camera. One of those aimless strolls we photographers like to call a “photo walk”. It was a pleasant evening, but traffic was still dense. I wasn’t really looking for anything special. But maybe, just maybe, I was searching for a “decisive moment”? Because in this city, you take what it gives you...
There’s a moment of clarity that emerges, not from age, but from experience. The mind crosses into silence. Not the hush of empty rooms, but the quiet that follows a revelation. It stops counting years and starts measuring clarity. It judges not how much time remains, but what still deserves it. It walks away: Not from love, but from noise. From proving. From shape-shifting.It lays down the...
Manhattan Beach, Los AngelesThis photo was taken in the early morning. The sun had just started to rise above the horizon. It projected the kind of grazing light that enhances everything it illuminates. The air was cool and the beach was empty except for the sound of waves and the click of metal gates opening somewhere down the pier. I had just started shooting with my Leica M9 and wanted to see...
Twilight on El Matador Beach in Malibu. What happens when a legend becomes a cliché? The tide was low enough to turn the sand into a mirror. And for a moment the whole beach looked staged, as if someone had ordered the Pacific to pose for a perfect reflection.El Matador has been filmed so often it hardly feels real anymore. You’ve seen it, even if you don’t remember where: The Notebook...