About Alex JD Smith
“I moved to Los Angeles in 2004 for work, and became fascinated by both the incredible Southern California light, and the vastness of America’s urban, suburban and rural spaces. The sheer scale of the country is shocking to a Brit; the sense of space, and of ‘spaces’ in general, is different here to what I’ve been used to back home in the UK. This led me to explorations of our interactions with these spaces, particularly those that fall between the cracks of everyday use. These ‘in-between’ spaces that both divide and link more heavily-trafficked locations often contain a unique sense of history (both social and personal); a set of connections that they simultaneously display and obscure. These connections between people and place are what are driving me at the moment”.
Alex is currently working on a project entitled “When All Is Said And Done…”, which can be seen in progress at his website: www.alexjdsmith.com.
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New Year 2011 promo video for new Strangers
Empty Messages, a photo project by Alex JD Smith
The world on its side, an explanation of sorts…
It wasn’t supposed to be like this…
…it was supposed to be Bukowski’s hangout, Hollywood Park, a flashback to the old LA of his time. Well, time moves on, and Hollywood Park has been closed.
We went to the comparatively fancy Santa Anita Park instead, we needed ten races to make the math, and they had eight – we improvised.
the morning line
Assembled & edited by Jared Iorio
Photographs by Jared Iorio & Alex JD Smith
Audio: Charles Bukowski reading “The Creation of the Morning Line”
Music: “Rabbit One” by Masters of Reality
Any asshole can chase a skirt. Art takes discipline.
There is a time to stop reading, there is a time to STOP trying to WRITE, there is a time to kick the whole bloated sensation of ART out on its whore-ass.
The world on its side
…a volcano, spilling wreckage and desire in ever widening circles, over a denude countryside
It was a long time ago, but I remember it well. I had come by bus, dusty to the skin, the dust of Wyoming and Utah and Nevada in my hair and in my ears.
I want a cheap room, I said.
I walked around the block twice,
passed 200 people
and failed to see a human being.