|GARBAGE IS PEOPLE, TOO|
Recently I had occasion to drive through downtown L.A. on the 110 South during rush hour. Traffic was at a standstill, a thick layer of smog shrouded us hapless motorists, and just as I was starting to sink into despair I thought to get out my camera.
There were many items along the left shoulder: lots of clothing (are people having sex while driving?), an aluminum extension ladder, a drawer pull.
|LIGHT STANDARDS, SHOOTING THE BREEZE|
with ghostly hand.
I was on my way to the Century Regional Detention Center in Watts where I go from time to time to talk to the gals who are incarcerated there.
The next week I drove to another jail: Twin Towers in downtown L.A. Having arrived early, I took a stroll around the adjacent streets (Vignes, Alameda, several cul de sacs), again checking out the bridges and tunnels that may not look like much, but if you were in a fetid windowless lock-down communal “pod” for a day or month or years, would probably appear pretty damn sweet.
|PHILIPPE’S FAMOUS FRENCH DIP
INTERSECTION ALAMEDA AND N. MAIN
|TUNNEL, CESAR CHAVAZ BETWEEN ALAMEDA AND VIGNES|