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About Los Angeles

Fun fact, yeh? Old London, prossies’d wear red ribbons—secret sign! Ain’t that wild? Me, I’d hiss at ‘em, “Get outta me swamp!” but Sméagol’s cryin’, “They’re lost, poor things!” Pfft, lost me arse—crafty, they are! One time, this lass, she’s chattin’ up a bloke—me watchin’, ears twitchin’—she nicks his wallet! Laughed me head off, precious, sneaky like me!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

After being released, Randy enters a world of drugs and male prostitution. Will he ever find his way home? Can he find forgiveness for those.

I love how Keyser’s rough around the edges. The streets get gritty; the sidewalks, they’re wearin’ memories. Crazy, I get excited, sayin' "I’m not hysterical!" just like those bomb defusal scenes—yep, just like in that flick! The tension, the split-second decisions, it rings true here too. Everything’s a bit, uh, unpredictable.

Raoul De Keyser, 'Solo Exhibition' at David Zwirner, New York: 19th Street, United States on 16 Jan–1 Mar 2025