Los Angeles is probably one of the most influential cities in the world. Through endless hours of movies and TV series I kinda grew up in Malibu with the Hoff, cruised down Pacific Coast Highway with Hank Moody, had chilled Fridays out in Compton with Ice Cube or relaxed on the Pool of The Standard Hotel with The Cobrasnake Posse. Above that I nearly know every fucking corner of the city out of Snoops, Dre´s or Tupacs tracks.
So here we go: “Home”. Or not? I guess L.A. is something like the epicenter of the United States. Yeah – of course New York – but hey I mean The United States of the mythical pictures that got etched into our brains – the cars, the freeways, the fast food and all that. Mix this up with 350 days of sun, plastic people, the pacific and it’s perfect.
For this short trip I was happy to get invited by Mercedes Benz/ The Avantgarde Diaries to visit Transmission L.A., a great exhibition curated by Beastie Boy Mike D with artists like Tom Sachs, Mike Mills or Robert McKinnley.
After the party I had 2 days left to explore the city. So you do the only thing you can do in L.A.: rent a car, open the windows, turn up the volume of your stereo and cruise around. Cruising in this case means hours and hours of heavy traffic on endless straight roads with one story buildings on their sides, broken up by fast-food intersections (imagine: there are Drive-In Banks).
I did not have the chance to dig deep. It was like a jump and ride (jump out the car – have coffee – continue driving – jump out and so on). I still don´t know if I wanna go back cause I couldn´t really figure out what for. I like the european style of the neighborhoods, where you go out, meet people on the streets, go by bike, and everything is like around your corner. L.A. reminded me more on Johannesburg. For me this sucks and as long I´m not living in Venice I see no point in coming back to the city but making movies ;) .