I visited Los Angeles in 1987 as a young,

skinny composer and musician who didn’t even know the profession of “designer” existed.

The America I’d always dreamed of wasn’t there.

 

Melrose Avenue lacked vitality,

and in a corner of the city lay a slum that tourists couldn’t even approach.

A huge crowd of Health Angels had gathered at Ralph’s.

The hamburgers were delicious, but everything else tasted awful.

There wasn’t a shred of the atmosphere of a city brimming with entertainment;

I felt it was simply a cheap,

provincial town where crime was always just around the corner.

The America I had longed for and dreamed of simply wasn’t there.

~From the text

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A postcard-sized cloth-bound hardcover.

The 95-page full-color text is accompanied

by a 20-page Japanese translation,

housed in a custom pocket attached to the inside front cover.

A luxurious art book craft collection featuring high-quality inkjet prints and entirely hand-bound pages.

Includes an open edition number.