hipstomp photo essays

First I went to see my folks, who have thankfully
retired someplace nice with unusual foliage.

Then I went to see my girlfriend, who is just out of frame
in this picture. I could have put her in frame, but to me
it is more interesting if you don't know what we look like.

I used to hate Los Angeles, because I'm from New York.

But lately I've changed my thinking.

On some level, life in SoCal is very, very seductive.

Everything is nice, and clean.
Plus the weather's always perfect.

There is something awesome about a Californian
freeway, something you cannot initially understand
or appreciate if the subway is your transit milieu.

Angelenos rush just the same as New Yorkers, but they do
it in their little boxes. Main difference is the Angelenos
can't just bump into each other the way we do in Manhattan.

Los Angeles car dealers have sequenced the human genome,
and in celebration they tether balloon representations
of it on top of their dealerships.

Whomever puts billboard ads up needs to start paying attention
to awkward juxtapositions. The ad on top features a bunch of
overjoyed children; the ad on the bottom has two screaming
Korean men about to kick each other's nuts off.