Los Angeles in Fog

From the June/July 2009 Print Edition

The morning fog obscures the corporate towers, shrouds the shorn palms, slips through the glaucous boughs of eucalyptus, dampening the hours when call girls sleep and dealers start to rouse. Pacific in its provenance, it covers unsheltered youths, cops on their crooked beat, the cardboard beds of . . . . Continue Reading »