LA | [gwu] Graham Whitaker Unterberger

I sold myself short. At the end of Blackwelder St. Shapour sits outside at 3pm waiting for his driver. Rain or shine, torrid or tepid, he’s always out there. Dressed like a boss. One day I time it right and ask to take his portrait. Weeks go by, I print a few in the darkroom, and hope to give them to him the next time I see him. When I finally do, he asks “How much do I owe you?” What a sweet heart. I tell him nothing, and that it was a pleasure to take his photograph. He smiles and thumbs through the prints, stopping at the last one. It’s my favorite. An artsy little number that doesn’t include his face. “This one’s no good,” he says. I think to myself, “that’ll be $50.”

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A sign reads “Once, bears, lions, monkeys, macaws, goats, elephants, reptiles, and turtles, among others, lived here and the sounds of their growls, roars, calls, and clamor filled this canyon. Although these historic enclosures are no longer appropriate for housing animals, they can be home to memories…” Truly a memory of a bygone era, the “Old Zoo” juxtaposes cramped bare metal cages, looming bear caverns, and concealed concrete enclosures. As I walked through the abandoned relic at dusk, I found myself imagining the animals that used to call this place home, and the eerie stillness filling the gully did wonders to enhance the mood. Slipping through the fence to explore the neglected cages, I was amazed that these barbaric confines were once the modern standard, as I felt cramped and just couldn’t imagine how a 700lb polar bear would manage. It was an awesome experience to finally visit this LA secret, and I hope the photos capture some its character.

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