LALALA Pt 3

My last couple days roaming the city’s steets were short lived and slightly depressing. At first I went to Beverly hills to live it up with the filthy rich, but i got really bummed out when I went to a Gallery were I saw “priceless” works of art. Salvador Dali Sculptors worth $32.000 dollars, standing right next to $4000 Pablo Picasso napkin sketches.
As its said “money is the motivation” but at one point you are buying the object just for the name. I mean the lady who works at the gas station up the road from my house only makes $8 dollars an hour, while trying to support her 4 kids, and you know that gas station job isn’t offering  her health care. While on the other side of the country they are selling pieces of art for more the double her annual take home, it just doesn’t make sense to me. Now I understand that personal choices lead you to the shitty situation that you are in, but come on, to buy art with that large of price tag is just like buying a Rolex. It comes down to the name and the status you gain from buying it, just to tell another human that they are poor.

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“Ride smooth”

Just yesterday this lady behind the cash register at that gas station saw me with my camera, and asked me if I could take photos of her daughter for her graduation. She had already hired a photographer to do it but the deal wasn’t handled well, and all she got in return was a text message with the photos, she expected a little more. Personally working for free is whack as fuck, it would be a cold day before I actually decided to go to work and not get paid for it, but I wouldn’t mind hooking her up. (especially since im trying to up portrait skills)

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just a little bit longer

It was a sweet experience and I wish I could of gotten more photos while I was in Beverly hills. I got distracted with the price tags, starting to feel a little disgusted with myself. Why the hell was I in Beverly hills? This area wasn’t made for me to take photos in. I decided to call it a day and head back to the apartment.

Catalina St

I was told about a 1 hour photo shop, so the next day I headed down Korea town so I could get a couple rolls developed, and maybe some better luck shooting

dirtyJust my luck, of course it starting raining.

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At first I was upset about it, I don’t know how much water my camera can handle. It doesn’t say “weather sealed” on the box, so I just figured I would have to be extra careful with it.

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Korea town was sweet compared to Beverly hills, with the obvious class and cultural differences, I felt like i was actually fitting in. Being in Beverly Hills (mainly Radio Drive) it was like being in a foreign country, out of nowhere you realize you are in the sketchy part of town. ms13

ropersI cannot take everything on the plane.

let it go

gow gow gowshit2shitHow

do i need to buy furnitture

If i moved out here i wouldnt need to furnish a new apartment.

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these eyes

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Thanks love.

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Out of fear or hope, I definitely know which route to choose. I wouldn’t mind living in California, the weather is key, people are a lot more positive, and i feel like there are lot more opportunities. Sure the idea of picking up my life and moving all across the country can sound over-bearing, sure but what’s life other than taking risks and trying to move forward. Now it won’t be for a couple months but still, there is a plan and I can work with that. Thanks for reading, and J, thanks for having me out there.

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