T.J. reckons with the reality of racism and discrimination in his day-to-day routines as a professional photographer.
Hope Street, Downtown Los Angeles I think it happened somewhere on Hope Street between W. 2nd & W. 3rd Streets, possibly a little after 8pm. It was the fourth day of November in 2011, a Friday night. I was enjoying the urban grid of the streets of LA on what turned out to be a very clear night. ... Continue Reading →