Los Angeles isn’t conventionally beautiful. It’s like a fallen leaf after a rainstorm; battered and drenched at first glance but delicately intricate at heart. There’s always something surprising around every corner, waiting to be noticed and ready to take my breath away. Even after all these years, I still feel like LA is only an acquaintance, someone I hope to one day call a friend.


on mini-polaroids!
In Los Angeles, Fall looks a little different.
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Hello from Russia!
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