gary winogrand is one of the photographers i model my career after. he
died young, about 53. he moved from ny to la for a bunch of reasons,
and the move didnt really pan out, and he ended up shooting for the
sake of shooting--at the end of his life, he left tens of thousands of
contact sheets unprinted, and even more rolls of film unprocessed.
this, you might now. i was reading andy grundberg's review of a 1983
moma retrospective, and he had this one line about winogrand unlike
pedestraian New York, Los Angelses street life takes place in cars,
and many of the pictures Winogrand mad there were taken from the front
seat on an automobile" (81)--which reminded me of a number of things,
about class, about poverty, about the nature of walking, etc et al,
even about the movie drive...

anda then i got to the next line: "In some, he seems to be driving" crisis of the real, ggrundberg)

which might be the perfect metaphor for the self destructive need that
LA positions in it's creative classes, to be shooting while driving.

that seems an improbability.