Living next to the flower district is one of the joys of living in DTLA. Every morning trucks pull up to deliver fresh flowers to the market and there are so many fatalities that happen in the transfer. I’ve always tried to push my work into the gorgeous-but-uncomfortable way, so these mixes of colors, sludge, cigarette butts, and fresh blooms is in line with that.
These have been shot on everything to my full frame, to my phone and a disposable. Whatever is closest, usually. There’s usually a guy who gets paid to sweep up chasing me out of the way.