Colleen Claes

Colleen Claes
Location
Chicago, Illinois, USA
Birthday
January 08
Title
Freelance Writer
Bio
I'm a freelance writer and blogger when I'm not working 9 to 5. I graduated in 2009 with a B.A. in film and screenwriting. I'm particularly interested in the intersection of media (usually film) and culture. I've contributed to Examiner.com as the Chicago Cult Classics Examiner and have been interviewed by USA Today for my film expertise. I write at a few other places (both for myself and other people), which you find below My Links.

APRIL 11, 2011 11:12PM

L.A. is a Sparkly Storefront by the Highway

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This photo I took outside of one store (the posh Maison Martin Margiela store) represents how I view the whole city, the whole idea of L.A.: sometimes unremarkable, but often dazzling. Just as we began to become bored by the endlessness of two-story strip malls, motels, or apartment complexes that look like motels, we came across this - beckoning us right before we got on the lackluster highway.à If it had been open, we surely would have been kicked or eyed out of there for our jeans and our lack of money, but all we really cared about was the outside of it anyway. After many photos and oohs and aahs, just as we began to become slightly bored of this as well and head back to the car, the wind blew through and the entire storefront sparkled like diamonds and swayed like a wheat field. Los Angeles, I thought. Ive never seen anything like it.

Photo by: Colleen Claes, March 2011

This photo I took outside of one store (the posh Maison Martin Margiela store in Beverly Hills) represents how I view the whole city, the whole idea of L.A.: sometimes unremarkable, but often dazzling. Just as we began to become bored by the endlessness of two-story strip malls, motels, or apartment complexes that look like motels, we came across this - beckoning us right before we got on the lackluster highway. 

If it had been open, we surely would have been kicked or eyed out of there for our jeans and our lack of money, but all we really cared about was the outside of it anyway.

After many photos and oohs and aahs, just as we began to become slightly bored of this as well and head back to the car, the wind blew through and the entire storefront sparkled like diamonds and swayed like a wheat field. Los Angeles, I thought. I’ve never seen anything like it.

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