Half a roll of Kodak Portra 160 film to cover Disneyland, Bergamot Gallery and the Getty Villa.
Bergamot Station, Santa Monica
The poet laureate of Los Angeles.
The Getty Villa, Pacific Coast Highway
It’s not everyday that I’m bringing my big camera to the grocery store. In fact, I’ve lived in New York City for almost a decade and never had the impulse to snap a photo of the Brooklyn Bridge or the Statue of Liberty. I find myself taking photographs to document experiences, not filling a mandatory checklist of sights to see or brag about the places I’ve been to. I’m not saying this is neither good, bad or even intentional; it just works out that way.
So, there I was at the Hawaii market — which is actually a Vietnamese market — in the San Gabriel Valley in Los Angeles with my parents taking pictures of packaged items in the frozen foods section.
The road! The ocean! The Pacific Coast Highway!
Somehow this roll of film survived my camping trip to Maine where I woke up with several inches of rain soaking my pillow, daypack, camera, etc. Here’s what was almost lost forever!
Also, to show how fragile film is, the other roll I took in to get developed (photos of last weekend’s trip to the beach) did somehow get screwed up. Sadness.
I don’t like hot weather. I don’t like cold weather. I don’t care much for warm weather either. I like cool weather. And I especially love cool, foggy, Members Only jacket weather. When I lived in LA, I hardly ever went to the beach during normal beach hours. I went in the evenings or at night. I went for a drive. I went to the pier and wore sandals and a hoodie.
