Well I’m back in the USA, and all the differences come flooding in.
The homeless guys all down the street, polite greetings, overly attentive waitresses and the stench of disinfectant in my cheap motel and my rental car..
The car itself is bizarrely shaped and barely drivable, while that gulf between poverty and wealth means the homeless guys sleep (and, in one instance, leave a trail of suspicious fluid) outside stores selling Prada shoes. The sheer ostentatiousness of the wealth and afro culture – the jewelry, the massive trucks masquerading as cars – all combines to make the music videos appear to be reflecting rather than parodying life.
But it is freezing cold here in LA – which is great news as that means the powder is dumping on the mountains where I will be skiing tomorrow…
