Max Osiris Photography: Thanksgiving, Skid Row, DTLA

One night walking on the outskirts of Skid Row in LA I felt an eeriness in the air. What had usually been a pretty active block was mysteriously empty after the rain, with just a flashing emergency vehicle reflecting sharp red light all over the wet surfaces. A man was walking silently by.

The mood and the reality of Skid Row is something that can never be communicated in words.