I did some location scouting for a test shoot this weekend in Little Havana. The shoot has a rebellious, ‘90s grunge feel to it, and Caitlyn (my wonderful roommate) found a bright blue abandoned gas station on Flickr when I so politely flopped on the couch to interrupt her bio studying with my artsy bullshit. Luckily, she loves said artsy bullshit and volunteered to explore with me after class on Thursday. She also happened to be sitting in some beautiful late afternoon light, and my general guidelines to friendship are that if you don’t want to be photographed, sit in bad light at all times.
We parked on Calle Ocho and gave ourselves one hour before sunset. We only made it through a few blocks in that one hour – there was so much that felt perfectly uninterrupted by modernization and we wanted to take it all in. Abandoned buildings I wish I could find my way into (unfortunately they weren’t exactly as isolated as that hospital), couches on driveways, a neighborhood laundromat with an old Pacman machine.
I’m pretty sure we found the gas station we were initially after, and it was not abandoned as I’d hoped, but still absolutely beautiful. And very blue. Which is really what matters.