DTLA M I D N I G H T
The other day I took a little trip downtown to try and capture some of the ever-so-rare rain Los Angeles received this weekend. Unfortunately for my photographic documentation much of said rain had either dried or been sucked into the gutter. That said, downtown is still distinctly beautiful at night with or without rain. What I love about downtown is that it is arguably the grittiest part of the "old" LA. You can see years of weathering in its face and a tiresome while still persistent edge in its energy. Downtown has had to fight to stay up and has come out battered and beaten but beautiful ever still. There is a poetry to its struggle and an invigorating rhythm to its fight. In many ways it is the purest expression of this city's heart as the once beautiful star and icon of a town born out of glamor and style, ever clinging to its past while still existing to serve the present. To tell the story of where it has been, what it has seen, and what it has learned. It has been in the midst of greatness come and gone, yet is ever seeking the hope that tomorrow will be greater. That it can reclaim what it once was.
If the eyes are the window to the soul, then venturing into downtown LA is to get lost in its gaze. To see as this city sees. And to peer into a million souls.