WALKING THROUGH downtown Santa Monica this past weekend was a stark reminder of the
eclecticism that is Los Angeles. A man with no shoes, dressed in rags, sits on
the floor alongside a couple of businessmen, sitting at a patio table of an
upscale restaurant. The pattern
continued as the journey progressed, outdoor patios with carefree patrons, and
the homeless, sitting on the floor next to them, with signs of desperation.
Street
performers and nonprofit workers filled the sidewalks. Attempting to get donations and per chance
get their name out there, or the organization they represent, these people put
passion into their work, hoping that people would contribute to their
cause. I decided to stop and ask one
person in particular about her situation, as she was asking for donations for
her cats. It turns out she was a part of
a non-profit organization that helped rescue stray cats, and she herself had
adopted all of the cats that she had with her, which amounted to about 15. When I asked her why she decided to adopt all
of these cats, instead of just drop them off at an animal shelter, she looked
me directly in the eyes and passionately said, “Because if I wanted them to
die, I would have left them where they were”. I felt embarrassed for asking and
decided to donate to her cause, realizing that she was doing what she felt was
the right thing.
Most
believe in the myth of Santa Monica. They see Santa Monica as a predominately
upper- class area, with upscale shopping malls and five star restaurants to
boot. Most come to shop and perhaps
visit the pier, and enjoy the beautiful ocean and view that it encompasses. The
truth is there’s much more than that.
There are the people that inhabit it that make it a truly diverse
community. Whether it’s a beachfront
property, or a park bench with nothing to comfort you but your guitar, these
people are simply looking to make it in this city, no matter the age.
I
saw a little boy, no older than ten, walking by himself down the promenade,
sporting bright red DJ style headphones covering his ears and bopping to the
music. He was dressed in a plain black tee and brown skinny jeans, looking like
the direct descendent of a “hipster” family, with high top Chuck Taylors to
match. This image made me realize just
how eclectic this city is, and how my interpretation of reality and what is
supposed to happen and how people are supposed to act, is really something only
I’ve created.
--Julian Portera
Photo Credit: Myself
--Julian Portera
Photo Credit: Myself
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