Last April I went to Los Angeles.
L.A. means for me, more than anything else, the staggering view from Beverly Hills down on the city; the downtown area around the "Mexican street" with its various tasty smells; Little Tokyo, a neighborhood that could have been used as a movie set; and finally, the Santa Monica Pier amusement park further down on the coast.
The original purpose of my visit to L.A. was the opening of a solo exhibition and talk show at the LACMA's Pavilion for Japanese Art, as well as the opening of another solo show at a gallery on Beverly Boulevard.
Each and every day was a hot and sunny one, and the light and wind, the people and places, and just about everything else I saw just seemed to be screaming "Los Angeles" at me. So loud it almost made me laugh.
– Daido Moriyama, afterword
Signed copy.