These photos were taken over my high school career, growing up in Santa Monica. None of them were taken with the singular intention of capturing Santa Monica- they were all snapped during outings with friends, when I just happened to tote my Nikon DSLR around my neck. These photos are chance encounters of a place that I take for granted, but every movie, every book, every song wants to set its story.
Santa Monica is special because it’s a dream, and even dreams have natives. Natives will always see the surroundings without the lace and trimmings, but still with a certain rose tint. And so here is my home, through quick shots and rose-tinted-high-schooler-teenager glasses.