4 photos / tshirt- brandy melville worn inside out for no reason, shorts- vintage, glasses rayban, boots- shiekhs
I think one of my biggest fears in life is the idea of losing the currency of youth, not in terms of set numerical values, but to wake up one morning without that sense of urgency to do something with your life and to realize that you've exhausted and wasted time and energy on things that will bury and suffocate you in a pool of being 'content'... I guess this is why I get so frustrated with myself sometimes--but in the end and as always, the finest remedy is traveling and creating. Thus, the insertion of this past weekend, which was golden. On Saturday, Karen and I headed South near the US-Mexico border to shoot some footage for a short documentary, and on Sunday we picked up Ellen and left San Diego at around 6am and headed towards Salton Sea/Bombay Beach. The road, packed lunches, disclosure album, border patrol, camera gear and great company. Shot some footage out there and ended up wandering through the not-quite ghost town of toxic abandon. Stumbled across abandoned trailers and living spaces consisting of somewhat unsettling graffiti tags and memorabilia & paraphernalia remnants so quickly felt too much of an intruder and left with my curiosity piqued yet satisfied.