This is a project about my childhood. I grew up in the suburbs of Toronto surrounded by shopping carts and old ladies in headscarves. That’s all I knew for the longest time. Housing developments, strip malls, backyards and Jewish summer camp. It was comforting, one of those good childhoods and I loved it. As I got older I caught the notion of other things, other places I wanted to see. I fled straight for the city, and then kept going till I managed to get as far away as I could. At some point I started taking photos. Photos of shopping carts and old ladies in headscarves, people wandering around strip malls. It didn’t matter what city I was in, I’d find them, these people that seemed so familiar to me. I’d get so close to them with my camera they would be forced to talk to me. They’d ask me why and I would tell them that I thought they were beautiful.

For a year now almost daily, I’ve been taking photos of Larchmont Village, this small strip of suburbia in central Hollywood near where I live. I walk my dog up the boulevard, snapping my photos and I think of home and my life before I left. I’m so grateful to its residents for gracefully allowing me to reach that far back.