They Name a Street After Him are photographs made during the six years I drove a taxi in Los Angeles. Many of these images have been made behind the wheel, others while 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.
Since I left Los Angeles I wrote a number of short stories, which, like these photographs, are based in part on my experience as a taxi driver. The intention of these stories is to further develop the inner psychologies of people who live amongst the landscape described by the images. While the stories do at times relate to the images, they are not direct illustrations; rather they introduce the tempo of language, and fill in the shadows of the pictures.