On Friday night I went to Echo Park Rising to photograph for the work blog. While I can't post any pics that might be used for that post, I can show you the less palatable pics - the grit, the glow, the circus that is Echo Park at night.
I figured I was heading in the right direction by trailing a swarm of young men with unkempt hair and questionable hygiene. The instinct proved correct and I made it in time to catch the last 5 minutes of Cherry Glazerr (no, I had no idea who they were beforehand but have since added them to my Spotify list). In my plain t-shirt and mom yoga pants I felt like an outsider among outsiders. Even my most youthful cat Vans were not enough to camouflage my obvious mainstream-ness.
Classic LA traffic meant I had to park on a random residential street - about a 25 minute walk away from the main stage. I'm my own worst enemy when it comes to directions and I felt like a genius when it occurred to me to drop a pin in my maps app so I wouldn't get lost on my way back in the dark. This idea paid off when I trekked back to my car with only 7% power left on my cell at the end of the night. Living to blog about it = success.
I can't lie, it was exhilarating to be out and about in the city - bright lights, live music, second hand smoke, odd outfits and general freakish-ness. With my camera to capture my night in Echo Park, this is my version of living dangerously…and I look forward to my next adventure under the big top.
And if you would like to see why I went in the first place, you'll find the work blog post here.