This post is part of my Photography series, showcasing my own snaps of everything from scenery, nature and wildlife to cityscapes, monuments and people – all from my personal travels around the world. Advertisements
So I decided to break up my long journey home from Australia with a State-side stopover in the City of Angels: the one and only Los Angeles, California. It wasn’t my first time visiting: as we’re lucky enough to have a family friend who lives there, I went several times when I was younger as part of our annual summer family holiday. I remember being enthralled by it, and somewhat in awe of everything. It’s interesting because culturally (and obviously in language terms) it’s so much closer to England than most other places I’d travelled to such as the Middle East, the Caribbean, Malaysia etc. – but it was something else which grabbed me. I specifically remember sitting on the wall of the quirky, chilled seaside promenade of the El Segundo neighbourhood, with the gentle sea just ahead and the Californian sun beating down, watching the beautiful LA people shoot by on their rollerblades, in their skimpy workout gear, headphones in, their dogs running alongside trying to keep up, and the young groups of teenagers …
This post is part of my Photography series, showcasing my own snaps of everything from scenery, nature and wildlife to cityscapes, monuments and people – all from my personal travels around the world.
From a few days spent in New York to visits to our family friend in Los Angeles to family road-trips driving the West Coast from San Francisco down to Las Vegas, here are my memories of America. As they are from my childhood, I wanted the images to have an old school, vintage feel.