please run that back though
HI x LA
please run that back though
HI x LA
i’m a firm believer that setbacks are an absolute good thing.
think of this…
the motion of a slingshot. the further it pulls back, the more energy it produces to travel a good distance. and within that distance, whatever object you decide to put into the slingshot, can create enough energy to cause a pretty solid impact. possibly enough heat to put a hole through a wall. anyways, the energy that pulled you back was your setback. now you’re in a position to be launched into places you’ve never been before.
to me, thats what setbacks are. just some bullshit pullin’ you back to go greater distances. don’t get it twisted though. wherever you end up landing after the initial launch, it’s still sink or swim.
photos: summertime in los angeles ‘16
track: duckwrth - bernal heights
inspo: espolon reposado
Ballislife All American Game 2019
fo’ wheel funk
“you always remember the ones you miss” - unknown
From time to time I find myself digging into my archives. I found these gems from a time I house/cat sat for a friend of mine while they were in Bali. Being in the heart in downtown has it’s pros and cons. One pro is that you can walk right outside and immediately be immersed into a place that has so many things going on. Low light photography has always been something that I’ve been interested in. So here’s a few photos from a late night stroll in downtown la.
A couple of beers and nothing to do. We rolled out to 4th St. in Santa Ana. Threw back a couple of beers and talked up some facts and opinions on recent events. Somewhere within the conversation the topic of everybody has their own story to tell came up. Stories are good. All of them. The good, the bad, the ugly, and the ones that make no sense. This is a one of those stories where it doesn’t make sense. I tried to draft up a story about this particular roll but came up short. Fired blanks. Literally thought up some ideas, wrote them down to only realize that I wasn’t feeling it. It’s all good. It’s good to just write down what you’re feeling. Therapeutic as some would say.
Res Ipsa Loquitur
Shot on hp5 and developed in my own bathroom for convenient potty breaks.
He pulled into the parking lot very aggressively on a late summer evening. I had noticed the backseat of his car was filled with junk, soda bottles, blankets, towels, empty boxes, etc. Must’ve been some sort of hoarder. An elderly man wearing polarized sunglasses and a baseball cap. He seemed to be missing some teeth but that didn’t stop him from smiling. “YEA MAN! THEY’RE ON TO US!” He shouted. Not knowing what he was talking about, he parked his junk filled car next to mine and immediately began talking to me about some nonsense. The nonsense consisted of conspiracy theories and how the government was feeding us nothing but bullshit. After each sentence that he had said, he seemed to be getting closer and closer. The closer he got the more energy he put out. This made me a little nervous. I had a NASA logo on my hat. The man stated that the red logo is really the tongue of the serpent who’s watching us (or something of that matter). At that moment I knew that this dude on some other shit. After hearing that theory, I scoffed and just began to pack up my things to leave. He seemed harmless, although his approach was aggressive enough to make anybody feel uncomfortable. In the back of my mind I was thinking how I would defend myself if need be. Knife in pocket, muscles were loose. I was ready to throw down. All these thoughts were running through my head while he was jabbering away about how NASA isn’t legit. Finally I was able to breakaway and get into my car. “Alright, later man!” I shouted. “See ya!” he replied, while raising what seemed to be some days old leftover whiskey in a pepsi bottle. While driving off I began to wonder if his conspiracy theory was actually something to think about. “Is NASA who they say to be? Nah. You’re trippin’” I said to myself. I grabbed what was left of my joint from earlier. Lit it, inhaled deeply, and exhaled. I turned up the radio and ‘I get around’ by 2pac was playing. Took another rip of the joint, turned up the music, and carried on with the evening.
“it doesn’t matter what you shoot, just show people your world.” - clarke tolton
Working with friends is one thing, but to meet through work and carry on with a genuine friendship is another. I’m grateful to work and to have met with everybody I have. Everybody you come across in life is either a lesson or a blessing.
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