They Name a Street After Him are photographs made during the six years I drove a taxi in Los Angeles. Many of these images were made while driving, others on foot or at home. Together they are a lonely meditation on a sprawling metropolis; film noir visions of an everyday working life that reveal neither beauty nor glamour but rather an endless sprawl of concrete and an unending battle with nature. Interspersed with the images are a number of short text vignettes. These stories are fictionalized first-person accounts of experiences, conversations, and observations from my time behind the wheel; they introduce the tempo of language and fill in the shadows of the pictures.
They Name a Street After Him are photographs made during the six years I drove a taxi in Los Angeles. Many of these images were made while driving, others on foot or at home. Together they are a lonely meditation on a sprawling metropolis; film noir visions of an everyday working life that reveal neither beauty nor glamour but rather an endless sprawl of concrete and an unending battle with nature. Interspersed with the images are a number of short text vignettes. These stories are fictionalized first-person accounts of experiences, conversations, and observations from my time behind the wheel; they introduce the tempo of language and fill in the shadows of the pictures.
