Los Angeles, the cultural mecca and dream incubator. Palms and freeways envelop a perpetual state of flux and dramatic vistas. Golden fruit hangs from trees, even in the crest of winter. The sun is a searing spotlight, the waters crystalline, the hills a sanctum beyond downtown smog. Yet despite the idyllic topography, the city thrives because of the personalities that reside there. The vibrant Los Angelan populace – the dream forgers and chasers.
The blues really ought to pass this place by. Zer muses on the prospect of rags-to-riches, visible on the horizon, yet far enough from reach.
The eternal combustion that paves the streets of Sunset Boulevard and ignites neon nights. That additional ‘La’ in ‘La La Land’. The internal momentum in the pocket of every inhabitant – the ‘barmaid, to star maid’ philosophy – the artery of the sun-kissed fray.
Zer is the flushed, zealous youth, with the fresh-to-the-scene demeanor – gripping a crumpled motel bill and a lust for opportunity. Galvanized under southern Californian rays. Listen as Warren Zevon’s Desperados Under the Eaves plays in a roadside diner, merging into the undercurrent of traffic tumult and sidewalk chatter. Michelle Gonzales, captures the sunny-side-up take on Los Angeles. Yet the discarded ice cream is a satirical tease – are you ready for the mishaps, intrinsic to the glitzy walks of fame? Otherwise, dreamer, dream on.