I’ve been going to flea markets all the time, they are a big part of where I get my inspirations from. So everywhere I go I need to find a local thrift shop or a yard sale. The photographs above were picked in East L.A. a few months ago. Old images found as singles are always kind of ghostly, sad but represent true beauty to me. Some through the odd stories they tell, others because of the ravages of time they have survived.