Spring in Los Angeles is unpredictable, a brief and welcome reprieve from the hot, monotonous summer days that follow. We wake up every day expecting rain. On a Friday afternoon in March, the sky waxes and wanes in Hollywood. The cold wind laps against the willow trees, sends shivers up their branches, and casts shadows against the white brick wall of Make Room Los Angeles.
On the side of the gallery, a door hangs ajar. It is nondescript save for the mound of grass-covered dirt that seeps out of it. Upon closer look a lone window is partly obscured by a thick layer of mossy soil with numerous watches and a single smashed iPhone burrowed inside. The view both beckons and evades passersby, depending on if and when they look up.
April 8, 2024