I realized I had the fisheye in my bag, and this is the first fisheye shot:
L.A. crystalized for me in extravagantly bent form at that moment. It was all fisheye from there.
August 3, 2008
Here's the exact moment when I switched to the fisheye lens in L.A. — and I never went back.
It was my first day in the city, July 27, and I was just setting foot on Melrose Avenue for my first photo walk. Time: 11:45 PDT. I wanted to photograph the Fred Segal store:
I realized I had the fisheye in my bag, and this is the first fisheye shot:
L.A. crystalized for me in extravagantly bent form at that moment. It was all fisheye from there.
I realized I had the fisheye in my bag, and this is the first fisheye shot:
L.A. crystalized for me in extravagantly bent form at that moment. It was all fisheye from there.
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The singer P!nk (yes, an exclamation point in the middle, what a douche) has a song called, Stupid Girls.
Stupid girl, stupid girls, stupid girls
Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back
Porno Paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl
Go to Fred Segal, you'll find them there
Laughing loud so all the little people stare
Did you see any Stupid Girls there?
Wait, which one has the fisheye again? That's just how Melrose looks, isn't it?
It's the presence of the looming mountains. In that one picture, if you enlarge it and scroll way over to the right, you can see the mountains peeking through.
The mountains juxtaposed against the low-rise boxy structures.
It's like those mountains are ready to attack and impose their will on those flimsy, helpless buildings.
I can see we shall have to pry that fisheye from your hot, moist fingers.
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