A year after historic fires scorched Los Angeles, survivors share lessons from the burn zone
Nearly 60 square miles burned and 100,000 people were displaced. Now many are holding on to what they found—in their homes and in themselves—after the flames had passed.

In the era of megadisasters, language fails us. We reach for an adjective—the worst storm, the deadliest flood, the largest wildfire—but even the superlatives come up short. What words, after all, can convey the scale and ferocity of the fires that devastated two very different Los Angeles communities one year ago? The lead-up to Southern California’s winter had been the driest on record. The Santa Ana winds were topping out at nearly 100 miles an hour. On the morning of January 7, those winds began fanning a brush fire on the bluffs above the affluent Pacific Palisades neighborhood, and within an hour, towering flames were consuming homes. That evening, 26 miles away, another wildfire started spreading from Eaton Canyon into the unincorporated community of Altadena, prompting frantic evacuations throughout the night.
Where words feel most inadequate is in articulating the loss—even for those grieving only homes and possessions and not loved ones. “It’s just stuff” buoys us only until we remember that among the ashes were the last existing photos of a parent long passed. “It can all be replaced” ignores the irretrievable sense of continuity that’s gone with the hand-me-down toys or the heirloom necklace. And how to express the loss of community? The Eaton fire alone destroyed more than 6,000 homes in Altadena, causing billions of dollars in damage. But those numbers don’t describe the desolation of a neighborhood, the rupture of bonds forged over decades or generations. (Photos show apocalyptic scenes as wildfires rage across Los Angeles.)
Photographer Gideon Mendel arrived in L.A. in mid-February, two weeks after the fires were fully contained. Demolition had barely begun; blackened husks of buildings lined the streets. Based in London, Mendel has spent years traveling to sites of climate-related disasters, photographing the victims of devastating floods and fires around the world. Over the course of five weeks in L.A., he captured 129 portraits, meeting the displaced in the charred remains of their houses, businesses, and places of worship. Some gave him objects from the ruins, to be photographed in the studio. And in both the Palisades, a zip code to Hollywood stars and moguls, and Altadena, a diverse middle-class community and an enclave for African Americans since the 1960s, Mendel captured an all-too-modern form of uneasy mourning—one he has encountered in flood-ravaged communities from Nigeria to Brazil to Pakistan and in fire-scorched towns from Australia to Canada to Greece. (What the images of Los Angeles's fires don’t show.)
“I think when you lose your house, there isn’t an obvious ritual,” Mendel says. No funeral, eulogy, or wake. His wish, then, is for his subjects, photographed among the ruins, to experience “a moment of closure, a moment of catharsis.” A ritual of coming to terms, hopefully, before weighing the decision to rebuild or to move on.

Support for photographer Gideon Mendel’s work on this story was provided by the Center for Contemporary Documentation.





