Los Angeles - No. 186

Los Angeles is the color of thinking you’ve made it, while still eating dinner out of a cardboard box on the floor of a half-furnished apartment.

It’s blue, it’s gray, it’s hazy, and it absolutely refuses to decide what it wants to be. Just like the city itself. Coastal fog in the morning, concrete in the afternoon, dreams at night, and a very quiet sense of “What am I even doing with my life?” somewhere in between. The granulation looks like smog, ocean mist, and ambition all meeting on the same piece of paper and agreeing to coexist.

This is the shade for cityscapes, distant horizons, emotional backgrounds, and paintings that need a bit of attitude without screaming for attention. It behaves beautifully when layered, settles into the paper like it knows it belongs there, and adds that slightly detached, effortlessly cool feeling that makes everything look intentional, even if it wasn’t.

Los Angeles does not try to impress you. It assumes you will notice eventually.

Lightfastness 6/6