Oh hey cool, my very first blog post. I feel like a 10th grade Tumblr blogger all over again. Now all I need is my depressing teen angst back and my hipster nerd glasses and it'll be just like the good ol' days. (Just kidding let's never talk about those days again. I'm already cringing as I talk about it.)
Now let's get to the point.
On January 21, 2017, I attended the Los Angeles Women's March. The last protest I attended was in 2014 and only consisted of about 10 protestors in Inglewood. This march consisted of about 750,000 people. I'm still in awe over this incredible event and as cheesy as it sounds, it's something that I haven't been able to stop thinking about. Despite it being a protest, it felt like a celebration of diversity and humanity. Young children marched with their parents and grandparents. People climbed on top of bus stops and trucks and got crowds to chant together in unison. Older women came together in big groups with knitted pink hats and Rosie the Riveter shirts. People of all different shapes, sizes, colors and genders were hugging, laughing with each other, dancing together, helping one another and lifting each other up. (I tried climbing on top of a bus stop to get some photos and a few people actually lifted me up hahaha) The march became so overcrowded that different marching routes were formed, participants were stuck at metro stations from Studio City all the way up to Orange County for hours and according to the Los Angeles Times, the attendance was record breaking. (I had 6 trains pass right in front of me until I was able to get on. Shoutout to the guy behind me who pushed me and another family onto the train and made sure we didn't fall every time the doors opened. You're a true pal)
The march showed that there's still light in the people that inhabit this world. Millions across the globe stood up for what they believed in that day, refusing to accept sexism, bigotry, homophobia, racism and hatred. I haven't seen that type of passion and kindness in so many people at once before and just the thought of it still warms my heart. It was an event that restored my faith in humanity and reminded me why I love my field so much. I've met so many incredible human beings and I've seen so many beautiful things all because of my camera. I'm so happy that I was able to photograph such a beautiful, historic day. Keep on fighting the good fight, world.