It's grey here, feels like Fall someplace else. Actually, Los Angeles has felt like someplace else since the end of the summer, the air and light just... off. Or it could be me. Maybe I'm just off, my compass skewed, my perspective hampered.
That happens.
Fall's my recess. The time when everything creeps up and curls and I sink into this sort of hazy malaise of depression and reaching and needing change without the impetus to enact it. Blogger found my old old blog for me and I stopped posting nearly to the day of when I started this blog. Funny huh? How cycles are so... pervasive. I read those old words and I could have written them today.
Got this link from shoi1045.blogspot.com : Changing Times: Los Angeles in Photographs, 1920-1990
It's a fascinating collection, a spectrum of the city that is sort of haunting and wonderful and weird.
I picked up a t-shirt from underneath the pile of dirty clothes on my floor, ready to put it on just to run outside and it smelled so strongly of sunscreen that I put it on and wore it the rest of the day, trying to get back some of that feeling of summer and happiness. (Fortunately, I think it must have not been on me long the first time because it smelled like sunscreen, but not like me).
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I just discovered that link this morning; it is weird in a way, isn't it? Like it was compiled by David Lynch, Diane Arbus, and Tom Waits working together at 3 in the morning. What impression would aliens or a future civilization have of Los Angeles if these images were all they had?
That's a crazy coincidence! I was checking out your del.i.cious tags, and that just jumped out at me. I've been cruising it all day. It's wild, and kind of wonderful.
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