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L.A. I love you, but I hate you, but then I love you all over again because you're all lines and palms, lines and palms... And, really, it makes you think about this linear quality that is so uniquely Los Angeles, a religion unto itself that makes its worship predictable and often so monotonous that you wonder if freeways actually lead anywhere or if the phone lines function beyond their aesthetic sensibilities. It's this monotony that blinds its viewers - not the heat of the suppressing sun that makes travellers sluggish and housewives tan. It's this monotony that crystallizes the silver screen with the same kind of women - you know the kind - skin- and-bone skeletons of human form, blonde hair and glistening tans from the infinity pools which overlook the canyons.

It's precisely this monotony that Mahboubian's lens captures. As a photographer, writer or artist we feel confined in Los Angeles, yet this confinement is voluntary. We are sun seekers, worshippers of the line, addicted to the beauty that linear perspectives afford us. The city that rose from dust and sets in the light. A city where taking home a nude doesn't mean a painting or a prostitute... Angelenos. Angels. Angles. Assholes. If you capture this feeling, you capture Los Angeles.


– Megan Mulrooney, L.A.-based curator

Uniting spatial awareness and a respect for nature, Cyrus’s forward- thinking-meets-nostalgic-appreciation offers a sincere insight into the world. His vision is an honest statement, but also a poetic one, capturing both wondrous backdrops and ordinary life at a pivotal time when human survival and longevity for our planet remain a serious matter.A remarkable variety of texture, pattern and light, these photographs taken on the road set the tone for us to ponder and wonder how man is both a speck in the landscape and a part of it.The cinematic mood and the influential force of Americanness that pours through each photograph narrates an exquisite beauty, but also a brewing forthcoming change on the long journey home.

– Kelley Mullarkey, Majestic Disorder Magazine

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