an afternoon at the venice beach skatepark. making me dream about buying a skateboard & coasting around hollywood… even though I never had a skateboard as a kid. maybe it’s a kind of nostalgia for a place & time that doesn’t actually exist.
in the summer sun, people are out on the streets of paris. not just tourists, but locals who, for whatever reason, didn't leave the city for the nationwide august holidays. the markets & cafes are busy despite the heat & the otherwise empty city chatters with french, english, italian, german, & spanish.