everyday is a gunshot…

Like everyone else, I remember 9/11 all too well. I had just flown from New York to Los Angeles the night before — getting home at about 3am — only to be awoken a few hours later to see the towers fall. As you all know, it was terrifying and unbelievable. I sat fixated on the news for as long as I could stand it, which must have been three or four hours if not more. At some point there was only so much I could watch, but what else could we do? Nothing felt right. We couldn’t go out. …

helen gurley b. and me

If there is a straight and sometimes-high-five-throwing male out there who can claim more influence on their life from Helen Gurley Brown, I’d love to meet him. Until then — when counting this subsect of the population — I’m proclaiming myself as her absolute number one fan. It’s no secret though, as displayed by the number of texts, condolences, and well-wishings I received this week from friends. I guess when you’ve been talking about someone for the better part of 17 years, people notice. Even with my often outpouring love for HGB and her writing, I was still surprised by …

santa barbara sundays…

This Sunday I went up to Santa Barbara with Blake Marquis to take some pictures of him and Ryan Lovelace working on some boards for his upcoming show at RVCA in San Francisco. Central Coast maker vibage was had by all… [portfolio_slideshow width=710]