"Blue hydrangea, cold cash divine
Cashmere, cologne and hot sunshine
Red racing cars, sunset and vine
And we were young and pretty [...]"
L. Del Rey, Old Money
When I moved to Los Angeles, I had to get acquainted with new physical and emotional geographies, new habits, and a new self. I was lucky enough to live by these enchanted hills; exploring them turned out to be a great way to grasp the city and ease inevitable feelings of nostalgia.
I was guided by swarms of dragonflies spreading magic into the air. The scents of wood of old mansions, ancient trees, burnt trees; the stories behind a street name or the style of each house; the sceneries shaped by the restless sunrays – always giving a chance even to the most wistful Spirit – were letting me sense the intimate secrets of the hills.
Through these photographs, I fabricated a semi-imaginary collage that helped me to rebuild a sense of home. "Hills" is about old stories, old homes, lost homes, and new prospects. It is an attempt to shorten the great distance that separated me from my original habitat and my original present.
©Sara Musashi, Old Money
©Sara Musashi, Fred and Renee
©Sara Musashi, Hawaiian Palms
©Sara Musashi, Amityville
©Sara Musashi, Electricity
©Sara Musashi, Skull and Bull
©Sara Musashi, Resting Words
©Sara Musashi, Hansel and Gretel
©Sara Musashi, Two Benches Waiting
©Sara Musashi, On My Way