Is there such a thing as reality in the city of dreams? What is
A fabricated icon projected nine feet high on a screen, or a homeless
man living in a cardboard box downtown? What happens when our realities
collide? Does one cancel out the other?
As filmmaker Elias Merhige says flesh and blood dies and
memories fade but the shadows on the screen endure. In L.A.,
dreams and fantasies can seem as urgent and unimpeachable as concrete.
Fantasy is the local currency. L.A.s manufactured dreams are
beamed out to the rest of the world. The Buddhists say all life
is illusion, and its easier to believe in LA than almost anywhere
In these pages, a selection of Angelenos present their versions
of reality. What is real might be as intangible as the shadow on
the wall, as subjective as last weeks fashion or as solid
as prison bars.