Los Angeles, 2015. Leica M. 35mm Summicron.
I’m only doing street photography anymore. I’ve tried everything else and nothing is even close to as satisfying. Portrait work is a drag because there’s still clients which makes it still work. Which is what I do all day long. And I just really don’t get shooting models. What’s the use in it? To try to get a thousand likes? So what? Get a fashion shoot, maybe. Hair and makeup? No thank you. I’ll take this shot downtown over the best fashion photography shot in the world. I hate the staged when it comes to art. I want grit and contrast and to own not just a thing but a moment. This moment will never happen again. There’s a story here, too. You can own this story - if I print it. That’s when you really see the artistry. It’s like holding time in your hands. Maybe something here speaks to you. Maybe you like a French Dip sandwich. Maybe it’s her gaze. Maybe you don’t know if this was taken yesterday or yesteryear. Maybe it’s the palm trees or the arrow or her purse… could be anything but it’s 100% life the way it is. A stone’s throw from Skid Row. That’s where she’s headed. And you can experience it because I shot it. It’s holding time in your hands. Grab it… before she gets there.