Lowriders Page #4

gonna spill out...

If you don't stand that hood up.

You know, first time

doing this sh*t.

I, i-i didn't know.

You want me to fill

in that ink for you?

Yeah. Alright.

Why the blank face, anyway?

Remember when, uh...

When pops was really bad?

And we found him at the shop

with all the photos of mom.

He burnt them all up.

I can't remember her face.

She was beautiful, bro.

An angel.

See, it's simple.

She had two eyes.

A nose.

And a small dimple

when she smiled.

But only on one side.

Give it time.

It'll heal up good.

To be honest, I never knew why

elysian park was so important.

Until now.

Ghost told me back in the day,

the cops saw us as outsiders.

So they took the one thing

we used to express ourselves

and outlawed it.

But even though

they made lowriding illegal,

it didn't stop us.

We had gatherings all over la.

And the one place

they couldn't touch us?

Elysian park.

Hey, ya, you're not bored,

are you?

Bored? No, no,

i can't wait to develop these.

Well, it's a '61 impala,

as you know

and the...

Hydraulics, obviously.

With a... custom, uh,

green flake paint on the roof.

Fully customized

with the third eye over there

and uh..

If you need to see

anything else,

let us know, alright?

Oh! The, uh, mural...

My father did it.

But, uh, you probably

already know that, right?

Thank you.

You did good.

Isabel? You know

that Miguel and I met here?

Oh, my god, mom. I know.

No, you don't know everything.

Back in the day,

i was a bad-ass b*tch.

Mom!

Tell her, honey.

What? Sorry.

Mina, I know you're worried.

But you worked really hard. Just

relax and enjoy today, okay?

Okay.

Yeah?

If you two are done, come check

this sh*t out. Alright?

Bring that camera.

Come on.

You're about to see all the work

your boy's been putting in.

Chuy!

Hey! What's up?

I like your hair.

Here we go.

What? Are you serious?

Oh, my god.

You like it?

Cool. Slow down, tiger.

Damn, this car is hard.

What's up, chuy?

What's up, Danny?

You killed it, bro.

Oh, sh*t! Is that,

is that you, girl?

Damn! I didn't know

you had all that ass.

Hey, what the...

What?

What?

It's not funny, you know?

Yeah. It is.

You think 'cause your hair's

slicked back and you're kicking

it with my brother,

you're some type of...

Calm down.

No.

Relax!

I don't have to take this sh*t!

Relax. Chuyito is the new

central city mascot.

Got a little fire him now.

Hey, see that?

Let's go show old school,

what he's up against. Alright?

To win best in show, your

whole car's got to be complete.

Judges look at everything.

Depending on the make, model,

year, they look at the rims,

the paint job, the hydraulics.

Everything's got to be custom.

Little d?

Chromed out.

But the thing that makes it

the most unique are the murals.

They are all one of a kind.

Sh*t, I hope they like mine.

Ladies and gentlemen,

thank you for coming out

on this beautiful

Southern California day!

Yeah!

And now for the moment

we've all been waiting for!

Winner of best in show grand

prize of ten thousand dollars!

And, this is new!

An exclusive invite

to big chele international!

You guys ready?

Yeah!

The coasters! Green poison!

Bullshit!

We the best and you know it!

I'm going to go congratulate

him. I'll be back.

Let's go.

Ha-ha! That's how we do it.

Get in the car. We're out.

I want to go congratulate him.

Get in the car.

Chiquita!

Shh! Miguel!

- We won, mi amor!

- Stop!

I don't want Isabel

to see you like this!

We're celebrating!

Yeah, I can see.

Why don't you just stop

giving me sh*t for one minute?

Mm? We won! Now we have money.

Now we can pay for those bills

and for the party you want!

Do you want to talk

about what I want?

Let me tell you

what I want, Miguel.

Yeah. Please.

I want you to talk to somebody.

Anybody!

Talk to me!

Or your sons.

I can't talk to my sons!

I try!

They just don't want

anything to do with me.

Miguel.

When it's your kids,

you don't stop trying.

Are you coming?

Come with me.

Where are we going?

My friend, that I told you about

who runs the gallery. He's here.

Right now? Now?

Yes! Right now.

What's his name again?

Marc.

Marc.

Ha! Lorelei.

This is Danny.

How are you doing?

I'm good. Thank you. Hi.

I was, uh, I was just telling

him about how you've always

championed street artists.

And I think that Danny

is, is really special.

Okay.

I just work on cars.

Danny...

Well, one of his many mediums

is creating lowriders.

Look.

Ah.

See?

Aren't they unbelievable?

I mean, he was completely

self-taught in the streets.

I ain't homeless.

Well, you know what I mean.

Oh.

Um, I love that one.

What is the meaning of-of, uh...

Keeping the portraits faceless?

Why? Why is that?

I don't know.

You're so cute when you're

trying to be mysterious.

I'm not trying to be anything.

You see, all of his work

is based on women.

Either a woman's hand

or a faceless depiction

of our lady of Guadalupe.

It's so poignant.

He pulls from all of this

traditional Mexican imagery,

but at the same time, he doesn't

particularly celebrate it.

You know, the, the emptiness,

the lack of identity,

it's, it's...

As if, you know,

he's, he's here,

but America hasn't

accepted all of him.

Okay. I-i think it's, uh...

I think it's really great.

I would love to find some time

to sit down and, and look

at these a little more.

Yes.

Yeah.

It's very nice to meet you.

You too.

I always love to see you. Okay.

Yes, me too.

That went really well.

Where is he from?

Hey. Keep a look out.

Come on. Hurry up.

What the...

What are you doing?

Back up off him!

He ain't gonna do sh*t!

Let's just go.

What are you doing here?

What do you want?

Hey, man, don't! Let's go!

No. No, no, no. No, please!

Please stop! I beg you!

No! No! Stop!

Hurry up.

Call 911.

Yeah. Someone's been shot!

Yeah. S-someone's been shot!

So, that's great, right?

That Marc wants

to see your stuff?

Yeah. It's cool.

You really think

that's what my sh*t's about?

Rejecting where I come from?

That's not what I'm saying.

I'm-I'm just saying,

it doesn't exactly celebrate it.

And I mean,

i, I know you. So...

You don't know

sh*t about me, Lorelei.

That's why you follow me around

taking photos of sh*t

you know nothing about.

You think because

you got a fancy loft

and your fishnets are torn makes

you unique? It doesn't.

And when you can admit that,

then you can start talking

to me about my culture.

Well, you're the guy who doesn't

want to sell out, right?

You'll climb some building

and risk your life

because your art doesn't need

a gallery or a price tag.

No. You just need an audience.

Well, let me tell you something.

Famous graffiti artists are

in galleries and on Bridges.

You don't have

to be poor to be real.

But you do have to put

your art somewhere

where people could actually tell

you what they think about it.

Not just on some car!

Art is a conversation.

And yours is a little one-sided,

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