Story 001 Wednesday, April 18th 2018
LA STREET STORIES what is your truth
Jade-Lorna Sullivan Photos by Michael Scott Slosar
England-raised. dancer, laugher, choreographer, actress.
personal home in Laurel Canyon.
stack of New York Times newspapers. coffee book of Diane Arbus: An Aperture Monograph. leather jackets and lipstick.
bite at The Pikey Bar.
house red. deviled eggs, British thrice cooked chips, crispy brussel sprouts. conversation centered around the tricky pronunciation of the welsh rarebit.
I don’t possess any truths. A lot of the time, it’s society that has the rights to those. A ‘truth’ is by no means a personal thing; it can only be born from a shared belief, mutual agreement, general consensus. The hive mind is what is decides what is true and what is not. This may sound like I feel we are retracted from our own reality but, in actual fact, we are all constantly creating truths, moment to moment. We may not own them, but we have the power to discover and shape them. ‘My truths’ could indeed be as rudimentary as defining me by appearance, genealogy, academia or even astrology, however, I am, and we are all, far more connected to our experiential truths. These cannot fully be explained in words in an online story; they are the draw between friends, the bonds between peers, shared understandings that happen in the present moment. They’re not unmoving; our truths are constantly shifting and evolving with every interaction. Memories are often tainted by how something ended or was inevitably judged from a future perspective. The honesty is in the actual experience, being in the moment, real-time. I love how these photos capture that. Without judgement. Without prejudice. Without hindsight. That’s truth. And that afternoon was Michael and I’s truth.
by Michael Scott Slosar contributing editor, Claire Preston