A Mid City Daydream

The three years I lived in Mid City had a huge imapct on me as a person.

Mid City occupies a large space in my mind. When I was 7 years old, my mother and I relocated there from Hollywood and the 3 years I lived there had a huge impact on my adolescence. The combination of industrial spaces and residential streets that dominated the landscape contrasted harshly with the vibrant, dense neighborhood that I was used to. Although I eventually adjusted, the sparsely populated (in comparison) residential blocks made the streets seem more deserted and tranquil than they actually were.

This is the place where I cultivated my sense of adventure as a kid. Every Saturday afternoon my friends and I would ride our bikes over to La Cienega Blvd. to lust after the motorcycles and ATV’s in front of the dealerships that used to line the street. We took a different route almost every time so exploring empty lots and and alleys became a regular part of our adventures. These spaces were my playgrounds for a time, quiet places I would often return to when I wanted to get away from my family or just be alone. I saw a beauty in the desolation that I couldn’t articulate at the time but grew into a core element of my photographic style.

Strangely, the area still looks and feels largely the same as it did during my childhood, which is surprising given the rampant gentrification underway in the majority of the city. Not as prestigious as Miracle Mile nor as notorious as South Central, Mid-City exists as a sort of bridge between two increasingly divergent perceptions of Los Angeles.