This stark style photography is softened by waves between a fluid-fitted wardrobe and the surrounding wax-poetic dusty knickknacks. This series of flip-book like images have the viewer playing a mental hopscotch between bare leather and tits.
Juxtaposed throughout the shoot is a sort of busy silenced backdrop of personal effects and complementary pallets. It’s a version of L.A. that can only be accessed from memory. One by one like notches on a gun we mark the place of first impression and sift through the details.