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Sometimes we let go of things. Sometimes things let go of us.
The same person in BODY28, it felt as if he lived on lean. A harmless soul, but what a mess.
Literally, like an old toy, I'd found him in parts all over the city; shoes, bags, prosthetic.... always a trail of things leading to the rest of him.
This time he'd laid out, just outside our building.
I glimpsed him from our window, 11 floors up, on the corner of 7th and Spring, before I grabbed my camera and ran down to see him.
These shots were taken as I approached. His head had been hanging off the edge of the curb, but he'd started to drag himself towards the cool marble wall of the Rite Aid.... probably out of instinct, he was in a serious state this time.
I waited until he was away from the street before I walked away.
In the following few years, I saw him once, coherent and clean. I shot him on Broadway, tending to his prosthetic; an image I consider very rare.
He was one of a few souls I generally worried I'd see go.
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
BODY46 : WE ALL FALL APART
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Sometimes we let go of things. Sometimes things let go of us.
The same person in BODY28, it felt as if he lived on lean. A harmless soul, but what a mess.
Literally, like an old toy, I'd found him in parts all over the city; shoes, bags, prosthetic.... always a trail of things leading to the rest of him.
This time he'd laid out, just outside our building.
I glimpsed him from our window, 11 floors up, on the corner of 7th and Spring, before I grabbed my camera and ran down to see him.
These shots were taken as I approached. His head had been hanging off the edge of the curb, but he'd started to drag himself towards the cool marble wall of the Rite Aid.... probably out of instinct, he was in a serious state this time.
I waited until he was away from the street before I walked away.
In the following few years, I saw him once, coherent and clean. I shot him on Broadway, tending to his prosthetic; an image I consider very rare.
He was one of a few souls I generally worried I'd see go.
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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