los angeles skid row david jones photography and introduction by OLIVIA FOUGEIROL text by SOPHIE-ANNE DELHOMME translation by PETER BEHRMAN DE SINETY I met David in the shelter, where I have three friends who give free haircuts on Saturdays. I’ve been taking portraits of their customers for the past 10 years. One day, David appeared — straight out of a Mad Max movie. I asked him if I could take his picture. He thanked me, said yes, and from then on, every time he came, which was regularly for five years, we did portraits. He’s not very talkative, likely a veteran but not willing to speak about anything too personal. At the beginning of the month, with the little money he gets from the government, he rents a motel room to rest for a night or two. I once ran into him at the 99 Cents store on Fairfax, where…