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While waiting in the international arrivals terminal at LAX earlier this month for my brother and his family to clear passport control — they’re in from Shanghai for a monthlong holiday here in the States — I wandered around the place with the Pentax, first with Kodak Portra 160 color film, and then a second walk through with Fomapan 100. I don’t think I’m actually much of a formalist, but the sheer scale of airport architecture can’t help but elicit some musings on the intersections of lines and shadows.
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As I was setting up the shot above, an airport worker walked in front of the camera with a whole row of SmarteCartes. I just had to snap a photo.
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hong-an tran 