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Iron Flatline
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Well, seeing as I'm getting (some) positive feedback on my recent trip downtown Los Angeles, I thought I'd share my shots from Venice ten days ago.
These are some white gang kids that hang around the boardwalk. Venice used to be very tough neighborhood as far as gang warfare went, right up until the riots in 1992. After that there was an overall truce, and a lot of people went to prison. The movie American History X set a story in that world.
During the day it's perfectly fine there nowadays, but I still would prefer not to bump into a crowd of drunken kids there, esp. at night.
One of the things they did to gentrify the place was to allow spray-painting at certain locations. One of the issues they had was people spraying over one-another's tags, but now there's so many artists down there it's hard to spot the tags amongst the many multi-colored (and thus expensive) tags.
This is a really shy kid that was just sitting in the spray pit across from Speedway. He was writing, and was very quiet. I tried to engage him in conversation, but he wanted to be left alone. He allowed me to take pictures though.
I wonder if he will become the man pictured below as he grows older...
This guy below was pretty funny, but the finger he gave was meant seriously. He did not like the guy. Who knows.
And finally... what would be a trip to Venice without some body builders? The man shot below says his name is Dave, and that he's been lifting there since 1983. He had no front teeth, and I gave him two bucks to pose for me.
He says he used to be a lot bigger:
Oh... and two hippies who have seen more free-loving days:
These are some white gang kids that hang around the boardwalk. Venice used to be very tough neighborhood as far as gang warfare went, right up until the riots in 1992. After that there was an overall truce, and a lot of people went to prison. The movie American History X set a story in that world.
During the day it's perfectly fine there nowadays, but I still would prefer not to bump into a crowd of drunken kids there, esp. at night.

One of the things they did to gentrify the place was to allow spray-painting at certain locations. One of the issues they had was people spraying over one-another's tags, but now there's so many artists down there it's hard to spot the tags amongst the many multi-colored (and thus expensive) tags.
This is a really shy kid that was just sitting in the spray pit across from Speedway. He was writing, and was very quiet. I tried to engage him in conversation, but he wanted to be left alone. He allowed me to take pictures though.

I wonder if he will become the man pictured below as he grows older...
This guy below was pretty funny, but the finger he gave was meant seriously. He did not like the guy. Who knows.

And finally... what would be a trip to Venice without some body builders? The man shot below says his name is Dave, and that he's been lifting there since 1983. He had no front teeth, and I gave him two bucks to pose for me.
He says he used to be a lot bigger:

Oh... and two hippies who have seen more free-loving days:
