Lindsay Miller

Photos by Ted SoquiLi’l Daisy can’t be more than 11 or 12, her hair in two ’fro’d-out pigtails on top of her head, sunglasses shielding her eyes as she stares down her opponent on the other side of the ring. She folds her arms across her chest, stage smoke winding......

When I announced that I’d be moving from the rain-drenched, dreadlock-scented forests of Oregon to Southern California, my friends decried L.A. as a place drowning in a cesspool of superficiality. Fuck ’em, I thought. I couldn’t wait.I was determined to find heart in this city, and it wasn’t hard. Though......