Atualizado: 18 de Fev de 2020
In Texas there is a phrase naturalized Texans like to use to prove their undying love for the Lone Star State:
"I wasn't born in Texas but I got here as fast as I could."
It's a desperate plea to Native Texans for acceptance. The phrase is printed on t-shirts and hats, engraved on key chains, tattooed on flabby biceps, and of course, transformed into massive decals for the back of unneededly large trucks---it's everywhere.
Having lived in Texas for several years, I can confidently say these naturalized Texan zealots are seeing the world through a narrow lens. Sure Texas is great football, BBQ, public schools, coonskin hats and Tex-Mex. But you know what it's not?
Texas is not California. As much as the kooky "Keep Austin Weird" Austinites will try to make you believe otherwise, Texas is not, and will never be, California---and the Astros only won the 2017 World Series because they cheated.
Now that we have that out of the way, on to the real story: What is California?
California is car corners---vintage, pastel, and well-aged.
California is a reflection---who you long to be as you come and who you are as you go.
California is a vision---long shadows and spectacular sunsets.
California is a contradiction---a cool surf and a warm breeze.
California is mirror and a horizon---a glimpse into infinity.
California is a wave---highs and lows meant to be ridden.
California is a poem---California is us---constantly being rewritten.
Camera: Canon EOS Rebel
Film: Kodak ColorPlus 200
When: December 2019
Where: Laguna + Huntington Beach, CA