nineteen suburbs in search of a metropolis.
los angeles.
the city of angels.
less a city than a perpetual convention.
a circus without a tent.
nineteen suburbs in search of a metropolis.
THE ONLY PEOPLE FOR ME ARE THE MAD ONES, THE ONES WHO ARE MAD TO LIVE, MAD TO TALK, MAD TO BE SAVED, DESIROUS OF EVERYTHING AT EVERY TIME, THE ONES THAT NEVER YAWN OR SAY A COMMON PLACE THING, BUT BURN, BURN, BURN LIKE THE FABULOUS YELLOW ROMAN CANDLES EXPLODING LIKE SPIDERS ACROSS THE STARS AND IN THE MIDDLE YOU SEE THE BLUE CENTERLIGHT POP AND EVERYONE GOES, “AWWW!” (KEROUAC)
welcome to hollywood.
I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic. -Andy Worhol
i recently moved to hollywood. it's trashy town, but i love it. these shots were taken from my roof, around the neighborhood, and during my morning/evening commute.
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