I’m moving to New York tomorrow.
Just writing that sentence alone makes me tingle a bit. It’ll be my first time moving out of California so I’m excited, to say the least. I’ll probably have to binge-eat Mexican food for the next few days as I get ready for the taco drought on the East coast – still mentally preparing myself for that portion of this equation. That, and the fact that I don’t own a real jacket… but I digress.
If you ignore the madness and trying to figure out how to transport your kitchen pans, packing away your life is somewhat therapeutic. It's forced me to think of the bread crumbs of specific decisions and experiences that have led me to this exact moment, and there’s an overwhelming sense of empowerment that comes with acknowledging when you are in control of your life as much as one can be.
Here are a couple of my favorite shots of LA from years ago when I first started shooting film: