As a concerned citizen worried about the direction that law enforcement is heading in nowadays, the next time you contact the Los Angeles Police Department with your complaints, you might want to take the response you receive with a grain of salt.
It’s just shy of a mile between Highland Ave and Vine St, and gathered in between there every October 31 is something resembling an uncontrolled, kinetic, ant-like stream of masked bodies. Individually, people seem motivated by superficial mindless thought, leading to all kinds of nonsense. Yet collectively, this mashed up organism of zombies, Walter Whites, and slutty princesses is so focused on its mission to simply reach the other end of the boulevard. Once there, the bodies turn and the process repeats itself. All night long.
If you hustle, it will take you about a half an hour to walk from end to end. Sometimes the camera never leaves your side; other times, you burn through a roll before you’re off the first block.
The last shot clicked at about 3 am.