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Lean left his body all over the streets of DTLA. Sometimes alone. Sometimes with friends.
This was Sunday. I'd seen them start the day before, just feet from the entry to Grand Market, huddled together in conversation. Now they laid, scattered all over the sidewalk.
I have several photographs of this moment which I will probably hold away from eyes for quite a long time - one of the group reaches for a cup that almost isn't there while BODY28 lays dead still.
Strangely, I found the impression of the blast - a stain from the Purple Drank that'd been spilled just behind his prosthetic.
Hello.
I've haunted the streets of LA all my life. Here and there, sometimes other places, but mostly LA.
With a sickness I capture moments around me, obsessed by the knowledge that everything's lost.
I believe capturing truth requires the absence of me. My work is a reflection.
I'm not here.
Ima ghost. Just like you.
ABOUT 52Bodies :
Truth isn't found in pose, rote action, or premeditated circumstance. Between the loss of awareness and self possession, succumb to the world around you, adrift the mercurial spectrum of living and dying - our verity lies within the lines of strife and elation, surrendered to life's ultimate cruelty.
We are stars. Expulsed & dying flashes of light. Some named, held in awe. Some ignored, most unseen. An eternal cycle of peerless moments; the ephemeral beauty of simply being, burning, and dying before each other's eyes.
Our bodies are vessels.
These are 52 Ghosts I love with great passion.
I am grateful you are here
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Lean left his body all over the streets of DTLA. Sometimes alone. Sometimes with friends.
This was Sunday. I'd seen them start the day before, just feet from the entry to Grand Market, huddled together in conversation. Now they laid, scattered all over the sidewalk.
I have several photographs of this moment which I will probably hold away from eyes for quite a long time - one of the group reaches for a cup that almost isn't there while BODY28 lays dead still.
Strangely, I found the impression of the blast - a stain from the Purple Drank that'd been spilled just behind his prosthetic.
Hello.
I've haunted the streets of LA all my life. Here and there, sometimes other places, but mostly LA.
With a sickness I capture moments around me, obsessed by the knowledge that everything's lost.
I believe capturing truth requires the absence of me. My work is a reflection.
I'm not here.
Ima ghost. Just like you.
ABOUT 52Bodies :
Truth isn't found in pose, rote action, or premeditated circumstance. Between the loss of awareness and self possession, succumb to the world around you, adrift the mercurial spectrum of living and dying - our verity lies within the lines of strife and elation, surrendered to life's ultimate cruelty.
We are stars. Expulsed & dying flashes of light. Some named, held in awe. Some ignored, most unseen. An eternal cycle of peerless moments; the ephemeral beauty of simply being, burning, and dying before each other's eyes.
Our bodies are vessels.
These are 52 Ghosts I love with great passion.
I am grateful you are here
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