Hollywood is a place of dreams and it’s a place that lures in dreamers.
The young girl from Oregon who dreams of being a singer, who packs all she has into one small bag and leaves her small town existence behind in the dark of night, waking up in the morning to see palm trees through the bus window. She dreams of being a star, but she ends up a waitress.
The boy who was a happy child, always smiling. He loves to perform, he thrives on it. He quits high school and moves to Los Angeles, using his endless optimism to believe that everything will work out. He dreams he’ll be discovered on the streets. Four years go by and now he lives on the streets, without a home, without a future, without dreams.
Hollywood is a place of dreams, but dreams rarely come true.
The Hollywood Hills are an icon of the neighborhood, with spectacular views over the grotesque beauty of Los Angeles. Widespread and vapid, full of highways leading nowhere, an inhospitable environment to humans. Legends are born here. Legends live and die here.
Hollywood has a very glamorous image, but reality can be very different
Hollywood is called a dream factory, but often it also consumes and devours dreams and dreamers alike, spitting out only the hollow husks of people who wanted to be something. Hollywood is not an easy place to make it in, but the potential rewards are so big that the beating heart of the global entertainment industry still pulls in new dreamers every day; most of them ending up somewhere very far away from their dreams.
Hollywood Boulevard is long road of insanity, filled with legendary sights and hordes of tourists
East Hollywood – closer to parking lot than paradise
The legendary Hollywood sign is ever present in the background
Some dreams may fade in Hollywood, but this is not hate mail to a harsh neighborhood; this is a love letter to a legendary place, filled with fame and infamy, shadows and sunshine. Hollywood is a place unlike any other, worthy of every bit of its legendary status.