Los Angeles is often reduced to a surface.

I’ve spent years moving through it — on foot, in motion, returning to the same places until they stop feeling like locations and start behaving like something else entirely. Light shifts, edges flatten, distance compresses, and the familiar begins to loosen.

These images come from that repetition. Not an attempt to define the city, but to stay with it long enough to see it differently — quieter, less certain, and more complex than its reputation.

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