co-curated by Ana Iwataki and Marion Vasseur Raluy
Brian Scott Campbell
I walked from my house in Atwater Village to the beach the other day. I got up at 4 am and it took me 11 hours. 18 miles there. 18 miles back.
Encountering more and more humanity as the day and I progressed. Letting people and germs and smells and sounds encroach in a way that hardly ever happens any more here. Risking the proximity of strangers. Rather than a blur of rooftops and palm trees and graffiti from the freeway to be sped through as quickly as possible, neighborhoods are counted with steps and blocks and the sun hot as fuck moving overhead. You can smell someone’s perfume or sweat, rather than have quick glimpses of a parallel life being led by the person one car over.
Tell me sweet nothings. It’ll get me where I need to go.