last days in LA

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I make it no secret that I have a fascination with American romanticism, and the photographs I take, regardless of the subject matter, are always an exploration of that sentimentality. If there were one place in Los Angeles that encapsulates all the things I'm searching for as I roam from coast to coast, it's the Griffith Observatory. Blame it on a few too many viewings of "Rebel Without a Cause" or the untarnished perspective above the angelic city: the place brings out all my maudlin tendencies.

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The lower level of the Observatory contains a star lined corridor leading to one of the galleries. In a very LA fashion, these are not images of stars or portions of rock or anything particularly astrological, rather thousands of man-made stars in the form of jewelry, pins, and an assortment of other shimmering items, both vintage and new, fashioned to sparkle. I followed a few steps behind an elderly couple, overhearing them remark on some of the more spectacular pieces. In some bizarre way, in this bizarre land, it seemed like the west coast equivalent to a country night spent star-gazing. And it was really, really sweet.

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