Still a Surfer
Surfing. Friends. Yeah it was good. Lower Trestles was good.
Blake Michel took this still (of me!) from video on his new Panasonic 4k thing-a-ma-jig.
My bud Matt Meinhart, the Wettest of Brains
@wetbraintubman
Smeth
Doing it all for the gram!
Two Shoes at Hotel Figueroa
Agenda LBC
Caprons
Brewski
A little jaunt to Malibu saw head high reeling rights and beating sun. Wyatt, William, Timmy and I crushed a couple cold ones in the man-van.
portraits from june
“Tent town ruled. I woke up in a tent.”
We set up some portraits of my friends during a most epic birthday weekend. Combo natural/artificial was really working in this moment.
Blurred
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.
What day is it?
Austin Texas. It's just way too rad. We'll very-much miss this place. Big thanks to Alison Harshbarger for showing us the most excellent of times.
Day 2 – Bienvenu
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
Day 1
So I'm moving...
I had been secretly planning for quite a while, but the moment is upon me. Nick, Fielding and I are almost to New Orleans, but after an 8hr setback in Atlanta we're ready to make full use of the city's lax alcohol policies. Maybe I'll black out and wake up with my car safely in LA, chestnuts roasting on the open fire that is downtown.
I'm thirsty.