No press passes to be had last minute, so here are the results of sneaking in my camera and fighting through 50,000 at the Made in America Festival.
EDIT: AUGUST 17, 2012
The messages I’ve received have asked me to make clear that the people fighting in these images were not affiliated with Occupy LA, nor did the group wish for them to be there. As a journalist I covered Occupy Philly from the first days at Dilworth Plaza until the night they were evicted. I lived among them and talked to many of the people on a personal basis. Many of these stories and more can be seen at Occupy215.net. For Occupy LA, I merely wanted to see in what shape the group was still in, and within these images is what I found.
The large African American man was loud and boisterous from the moment I arrived and was presumably in the same mood before then. He was amped up beyond the point of control. I had no way of knowing if he was a part of the group or not. The small Hispanic fellow finally approached and said “why don’t you just shut the fuck up, man?” and then slapped him in the face. The big fellow came at him with a huge right haymaker, and then a strong left, but the swift little man ducked under both. All available bodies jumped on top of the large man, while the smaller one got free and started punching him in the back of the head.
Around this time those who wished to meet and actually have a discussion gathered the people and swiftly made their way away from the park without the company of the two fighters. In the last image, the group in full can be seen outside the Los Angeles Community Action Network Headquarters, which advertise on its website campaigns of: civil and human rights, share the wealth, women’s issues, anti-violence, food access, community events and civic participations. If the group continued on a march from there, I do not know. The police on bikes had not followed, but at the entrance to the parking garage from which I had taken the shot was an undercover police officer keeping a close eye on them.
I realize I’m perpetuating the negative stigma of the movement by showing only these photos and nothing more. But, as I said, I had seen online that they were planning a march and this is what I arrived to. For me, it was just the same old shit I had seen when the movement in Philadelphia had begun to collapse. I didn’t come to this rally for financial gain, I just want to be there and see for myself. But, when I being to feel uncomfortable in an unnecessary situation, there’s no reason for me to stay. This may be shitty journalism, but this “democracy” that Occupy exemplifies is no better.
More pictures after the jump.
Saturday July 14, 2012
Comic-Con turned downtown San Diego, “America’s Finest City,” into an everyman’s paradise. Costumed superheroes, anime-dreamed girlfriends, cosplayers, their parents, and some real-life celebrities crammed into the convention center and surrounding area, turning downtown into a comic book fantasy. It’s like the Hollywood walk of the stars for the children and children-at-heart to meet the fictional characters of their dreams. Just down Route 5, San Diego was open, welcome and flourishing to fans of art, comics, movies, and fantastical whimsy.
Peter Jackson was there with Martin Freeman to talk about the new Hobbit movie. (I wasn’t shooting for publication, so I wasn’t as intent on harassing the other photographers out of the way to get the shot. Elijah Wood was literally walking behind us for blocks. But seriously though, photographers are ruthless out here.) Photo opportunities were in surplus. It was easy to see how exhausting it is to be asked for a picture all day, as was the attitude of certain costumed peoples. But, why wear it if you don’t want to flaunt it?
Passes were long sold out, and I was clueless how to obtain media credentials out here, yet. But, just the surrounding area downtown was alive with life. You didn’t need to get inside to take part in the madness.
The Hives performed at the Electric Factory on Wednesday, June 20th. It was about 100 degrees outside and in. I don’t know how the band survived in those frilly suits, but none of them seemed to pass out from heat frustration, including the bald one.
Shot for Philly City Paper.
Instrumental rock and roll wizards entertain in Reading, PA.