There's a curious thing about L.A. that you don't find in any other large, U.S. cities. We spend an inordinate amount of time in our cars. As the crow flies, from my house to Hollywood is about 13 miles. In drive time that can mean an hour to an hour and a half. Unless it's very early in the morning, or late in the evening, and not on a weekend but maybe midweek, and then it's more like 30 minutes. It's all about the traffic.
All about the other 10s of millions of others that are trying to get here from there. Buzzing along on strips of asphalt looped and circled like bowls of spaghetti or arching like dinosaur tails. All of us, shuffling around in our little glass and metal boxes. Our private rooms. Our private worlds. Zipping through time, or standing still.
Standing still seems to take up a large part of our time. And there we sit, looking at each other. Oblivious that to the others, we are visible. Oblivious in this way, some pick noses, some read texts, some write texts, some shave, some apply makeup, read the the paper, the bible, floss teeth, sing, yawn, scratch ..... And we watch each other, curious in our furtive glances.
For the last 20 years Photographer, Andrew Bush (this, same photographer) has been driving around L.A. taking photos with what he calls his, "car tripod" a camera, placed in the area where he removed the front passenger seat of his own car, weighted down by sand bags. The result are these fantastic large, color, (intimate) portraits of people in their cars, shot mostly, in and around Los Angeles. To see more from Drives, visit here
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