Hailing from East Los Angeles, Gregory Bojorquez (b. 1972) began photographing the cycles of life and death as it unfolded before his very eyes, documenting the glorious and the grim realities as only an insider can. His sensitivity to beauty and strength infuses his photographs with an intense sense of the moment itself, the fleeting nature of existence—here today, gone tomorrow.
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With his images, Bojorquez freezes time yet somehow you forget the picture isn’t moving. The impact is so immediate, so urgent, so intense that it becomes cinematic. You perceive a sense of before and after, of three dimensions collapsed into two. You smell the air and feel the sun on your face as a breeze sweeps you away. To put it bluntly, you caught the vapors, as Biz Markie would say.
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“I don’t ever want to be called a street artist,” Bojorquez told LA Weekly in 2012. “I’m not a street person. I’m not bad. I take pictures. I feel more like the Ferris Bueller of the Eastside.”
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