LifeWatch is about capturing those little moments that would otherwise go unnoticed. Finding beauty in the mundane. Sometimes funny, sometimes sad, often enlightening...
The courtyard is as politically charged as the movie inside. The pros and cons are having their paper wars. He's throwing yellow booklets on the ground, hoping that someone, anyone, will care enough to take a second look.
They stand behind the counter patiently smiling at him. Into the cell phone he starts to read the first column of their menu... then the second column... then the third...
By the time he starts naming all the chips on the rack, their smiles are pretty much gone.
They gather around the large table, brought together by many years of familiarity and one goodbye. Holding back emotions, he says 'I'm gonna miss you.' 'We're all gonna miss you' comes their reply.
Then they pass along their gift to the lady in the middle, before he and the gang head back to work.
June Gloom hangs over the entire city like an old wet blanket. The clouds break just enough to give the mountain a shiny face. A guy cuts me off in traffic.
She probably has to wait until 2020 before she's even eligible to be a Laker Girl, but she doesn't care. In her two year old mind she's already one of them... and no one is going to stop her from dancing along.
As the score falls farther and farther behind, the Lakers need all the help they can get.
She leans towards the punk rocker sitting down. 'Excuse me, that's my space.' 'Huh?' comes his reply. 'Ex-cuse me, you are in my space' she repeats. He looks at her wondering if a fight is on its way. Suddenly his eyes open wide, 'Oh-My-God-Oh-My-God... how've you been?!' he screams.
They hug, catch up on old times and make plans to definitely get together.
He stands out, in his pink shirt and matching pink hat. She shows up beside him, in her pink skirt and matching pink shoes. It's a well planned out thing.
They're having lunch with the girl in the pink sweater.
He picked up the phone to send his friend a message. Staring at the keypad... click- click- click- shift-click- click- click- click- shift-click- shift-click- click- click- shift-click-
They were so moved by the man that they came by the thousands, only to not move for hours. Some brought flowers and cards, some brought memories. Others only brought their curiosity. Even the black birds along the wall seemed to take pause.
They came to say goodbye to an icon, an era, a man. Goodbye Gipper. We'll keep the light on for you.
She hurries out of her shiny SUV while the light is red. She scrapes at her windshield with a small piece of cardboard; apparently the victim of a bird with good aim. As the light turns green and the horns start, she sheepishly gives up...
A dozen small black crows caw wildly as they swoop and bump into one another. They're new to this... trying diligently to copy the big momma crow up front.
