Selections from an ongoing series of abandoned couches and chairs in one neighborhood of Hollywood, since 2002.

Dragged outside and abandoned on the street, discarded couches and chairs are ubiquitous urban outcasts. A phenomenon of LA streets, they epitomize our cast-off culture. Ragged, irrelevant, aged, here they are, dumped. However, imbued with the imprints of a life left behind, (or a behind that left life), their past is often couched in meaning.

Outside, in the curbed refrain of a last hoorah, their identities and destinies are not yet finished. Some uphold frayed dignity weathering the elements; others are exposed and pillaged. They echo the alienation, longing, dashed dreams, poverty, obsolescence, resourcefulness, irony, and humor of life on the streets of Hollywood; though of course they are everywhere.

Occasionally one with great potential might still be discovered, though in a city ridden with bedbugs, this is less and less likely. Most remain alone. Some establish anonymous community. A few wind up finding their match when nobody would guess that was possible any longer. One day they’re gone.