4.15.2015
Olvera Street, Koreatown, Chinatown, Santa Monica, Highland Park. Imo (husband-turned-photographer's-assistant) and I were all over LA these past few days, looking to capture some photos for my final project. It was time-consuming and exhausting and generally unnerving. I felt like an intruder in other people's spaces -- though they were public spaces -- with my big camera and tripod. Puedo tomar una foto? Ke yi pai zhao ma? For some reason, it was the hardest thing to do, like I was asking to take their souls. And what was the worst that could happen? That they'd say no.
4.20.2015
My goodness, I'm so tired. Janelle and I have been working late finishing a project. The past few days have been hard on me but absolutely punishing for her. I know this is one of those moments that will make us laugh in the future but, man, the present is tough. Mabi and Carlo sit across from us. They're working on a project too. I die a little when I hear them laugh or celebrate finished tasks. I'm so terrible. There are some things my medication can't cure -- like a terrible personality. But I'm working on it.
