As the road trip grinded on and on the days melted together. We went from Austin to Denver, and then Boulder briefly. Boulder to Vegas was one of the most terrifying and demanding legs of the slog, but we were so road weary it didn't even matter—barely phased us. Finally, and less one of our trio, we limped into LA.
Hospitality, friendship, true kindness—that's what really turns around situations that could otherwise be the most major bummer. My dear bud Trevor Brown and his girlfriend Margot took us in. They cared. We were the boo boo and they where there to kiss us. Trevor is now a haberdasher, which will explain the many silly photos of us to come with our stylish new headwear. We ate po' boys. We drank in the streets. Tinder was flowing like wine.
Day 2
All the things that make shooting film hard, are the things I generally enjoy about it. Sometimes I bring out my old Minolta XG-1 and carry it all day just for a few exposures—other days none, and I just cruise. These photos are all from one roll of Ilford 400 C-41 Process that I got done at the local CVS next to my office. I force myself to do this, taking very few photos, to force myself to parse what I really enjoy, and what I absolutely don't. It helps with the self-loathing. I can take hundreds of digitals and teach myself to hate them all.
SappMon and Big Nate
Fork N Cork
Adrian Fielding Brown
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AC Slater over here
Hochreiter and CeaserCrippy Peterson sharing a needed laugh after Greig's brush with fate.
BEERFEST
Rosco The Band
The film version of the sensation—Shredbarger in his natural element.