On my way to Central America I stopped in LA where I wrote and photographed a short story that was later published by Les Others Magazine online, read the full story here.
LA is a city so laid back that even the palms bend to its whim. The atmosphere is one of timelessness, coupled with an attitude of self-assurance and beginners luck. Perhaps my memory of Los Angeles is distorted by motion pictures and jetlag. Or perhaps even those who call it home find themselves caught in the same obscure haze that I experienced. LA is an endless summer; it leaves you sleepless and sun-stroked, wondering whether you were ever there or if it was all in a movie you once saw or a song you once heard.