Spring nights, urban youth living.
first posts are always strange. postcard from a dear friend, ryan, who writes things i wish i could say.
Spring nights, urban youth living.
brooklyn loft parties are pretty fucking unreal sometimes. all over good weekend and end to march.
Slab city. Abandoned WWII marine barracks that squatters and campers have created into a sustainable and pretty safe community in the middle of the desert. Found an open empty space to shoot at random shit, too.
in the cotton fields in bakersfield, ca. everything around us was dead and dried up. except for us, i guess.
on our way to the salton sea, we stopped over at salvation mountain during our time in southern california. in the middle of the desert, close to nothing and no one, leonard knight had spent decades by himself building this shrine to his god. haunting and so incredibly impressive. he lived in one of the trucks he refurbished, alongside many a desert cat.
first posts are always strange. postcard from a dear friend, ryan, who writes things i wish i could say.
