Because a space is as important to me as anything else. Because the spaces I inhabit explain who I am. Because repetition of place equals a life.
Bike commute space of transit
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Hoover, near school |
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Hoover, not near school |
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The 10 |
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Sad Carnival |
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a church from the beginning of times |
workspaces out in the world
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Intelligentsia, Sunset Junction |
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Punch Bowl, Los Feliz |
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random cafes and juice bars, random parts of the city |
workspaces in the space where I actually work
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Cinematic Arts courtyard |
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my very own desk in my very own office, CAS |
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SCA, again, on Tuesdays |
my home, a jungle, an oasis, serenity, bungalow living on the east side where everything smells like citrus and guava
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The middle of the night is also a space I occupy these days now that I have a puppy who needs to pee every 4am. |
an in-between, a more and more frequent rendezvous
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Groundworks, Hollywood, between your heart and mine |
Liminal spaces, wandering, may or may not appear here again, spaces of waiting and exploration
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Hollywood |
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Hills of Silver Lake |
other workplace: 826la, weekly
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the best split business building: Stories Cafe and 826la East |
iconic LA, visited over and over as destination or just passing through
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Capitol Records |
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Venice Beach |
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The 110 North |
yoga, where I became a whole self again, home away from home
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CorePower Sherman Oaks, Studio 1 |