Every year I go to Photo L. A. afraid it may have lost its charm. Every year I am wrong. Thursday night is opening night. Pretty people, artists and photographers abound, the aisles are filled with chatter and commotion and as always I am torn between what’s on the wall and who’s in the aisles. I love it but it’s not a time to see the work. That comes Friday.
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