Los Angeles


During my final quarter at UCLA I took a photography class taught by Judith Golden, and I had no idea what I was doing or even the faintest idea of what contemporary art was about.  For my mid-term assignment I turned in a bunch of photographs of drug store signs, which I thought was pretty deep and meaningful, but Ms. Golden disagreed and treated me like the class dunce after that.

Plus, I had a terrible case of “senioritis” so I gave up trying to be an artist and just wandered around and took street photographs.  She liked these much more, and seemed genuinely surprised that an idiot like me could do that.