Los Angeles as the edge of the earth, as the last stretch of land before it falls off into the Pacific Ocean, and slips away to sea, carried in and out by the tides, to places far and wide. Los Angeles, as the crossroads of the world, of where people come and go, go and come. It is a city of possibility, this life on the edge, of a world once the Wild West, and now it is freeways and concrete, a patch of grass, of land marked, territories held, of the men and women who walk these parts, a world few know and many might never have seen were it not for the lens of photographer Estevan Oriol.
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