Old School

Blame it on the film. Shot almost all film - with a new Holga and an ancient Canon SLR - over the last month, and the results finally arrived.


I pulled out the old Canon FTb, my first camera now nearly 30 years old (sheesh) and have been lugging it around downtown, mostly. It's amazing how much smaller - and heavier - it is than the Nikon, and I have to say I've been spoiled by auto focus. I have no idea what happened to my reaction time, but I'm guessing it has something to do with those 30 years.


Anyway, I've been taken for some time with the mix of early evening light and the mass and fluorescent splendor of City Hall East. Together they put me in mind of what I imagine Brasilia looks like or something from the set of Woody Allen's "Sleeper," all the more so with the belongs, below, of the homeless guy left abandoned for the moment.



That sort of bleakness here, certainly Downtown and in many ways across Los Angeles, will crop up in the coming days and weeks as I parcel out some of the raft of new images.