to pull another hand into the light."
-Norman B. Rice-
I have started this blog to share my experiences : rather than sappy stories of the anonymous needy , I have found inspiration in a world that I was introduced to by a friend a few months ago.
Having seen many fail on their paths, pursuing the arts, acting or the likes; I have found myself in that very same struggle, moving forward against the odds, or sometimes stagnating, questioning the meaning of it all.
Just watching the news can be depressing.
Sure thing: the world is falling apart.
Run for your life
Drown your sorrows
Get a better shrink
Eat more happy pills.
Is it some obscure, newly discovered religion perhaps?
Not quite.
A group of young athletes on the east side of LA - amidst crime infested neighborhoods, they've found a different path, against the odds.
Rewind.
A few months ago I mentioned to my friend that I was interested in photographing fighters for a portrait series, and not more than a couple of days later he dragged me across the grittiest boxing gyms of East LA.
I was a bit frazzled - driving around in gang neighborhoods was not my idea of spending quality time: I've always been aware of "The Hoods" and stayed away from them.
Upon entering a dozen "Hole In The Wall" gyms a whole new world unfolded right in front of my eyes.
Instantly smitten, I've been returning frequently ever since.
-TO BE CONTINUED-
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