It took me a long time to fall in love with L.A., but from the first shoot I came out on as a junior copywriter, I knew it had one thing all over Chicago: "magic hour," that brief window of time when the sun isn't visible overhead but darkness has yet to take over. Everything looks better in Los Angeles during magic hour, even the tatty bits.
Hell, especially the tatty bits.
So I've finally put my crappy 2.0 megapixel Canon to good use (well, that 9-month stretch of hot online dating action it bought me wasn't all bad, either) and am keeping it with me to document the beauty of my adopted city at magic hour.
From my car, of course.
After all, this is Los Angeles.