I came back to the city I thought I knew — Los Angeles. My only savior became a tape recorder. Click. Start. Red light glow. Using short ends of 16mm, I went out with my DP while the streets were empty, and tried to capture the lonely beauty in five days time. In turn, I found myself. Here is my love letter to the place I can’t seem to shake.

I came back to the city I thought I knew — Los Angeles. My only savior became a tape recorder. Click. Start. Red light glow. Using short ends of 16mm, I went out with my DP while the streets were empty, and tried to capture the lonely beauty in five days time. In turn, I found myself. Here is my love letter to the place I can’t seem to shake.

I came back to the city I thought I knew — Los Angeles. My only savior became a tape recorder. Click. Start. Red light glow. Using short ends of 16mm, I went out with my DP while the streets were empty, and tried to capture the lonely beauty in five days time. In turn, I found myself. Here is my love letter to the place I can’t seem to shake.

I came back to the city I thought I knew — Los Angeles. My only savior became a tape recorder. Click. Start. Red light glow. Using short ends of 16mm, I went out with my DP while the streets were empty, and tried to capture the lonely beauty in five days time. In turn, I found myself. Here is my love letter to the place I can’t seem to shake.

The Last Great Tale of the American Show Male follows Richard "Dick" Denim, a wannabe gigolo and lifelong virgin, as he line dances his way through the unsparing deserts of The West.