It’s Raining In Chinatown

This series was made in a single compressed afternoon—rain falling in Los Angeles Chinatown, a first day off together while a child was at school. The photographer moves as an observer inside an inherited cultural landscape, guided through spaces shaped by family memory.

The images lean into immediacy and visual shock: devotional statues stacked in warehouses, plastic sheeting over faces, American flags colliding with dragons. Sacred and commercial exist side by side without hierarchy. The series resists preciousness. It captures a moment of artistic momentum—seeing something strange and immediate and responding without delay.

The work is designed to hook first through visceral reaction—this is wild—and only then open into layered cultural reading. It compresses time deliberately; the energy belongs to that afternoon alone.