From LA to the deserts 200 miles south, nine moments disprove sunny notions embedded in the Golden State’s psyche.
Every home has an unloading zone where keys,mail, and groceries are dropped. It’s a table, desk, or counter top near the front door that serves as the port of entry for a continuous parade of mostly unremarkable objects. In my house the kitchen counter is such an area and it also works well as a mini studio with lighting and background that remain fairly constant. The objects in this gallery seem to be ‘caught in the act’—of what, though, I’m not sure.