The picture above is from Esquel, Argentina. I sneaked up on these cows in the middle of a humongous field in a place I do not remember. Looks like they caught me. They were not so amused.
Finals are upon me. I’ve donated to all my tax-deductible charity organizations. My funds have been allocated and my plans are being made. Again, I’m not making sense — it’s 12:57am, which means I should be sleeping soon, as always. But I probably won’t be, as always.
Next week I embark on my multi-city, across-the-world tour of all things grand and lovely: I’m starting off in HelLA, my birth place and probably where I’ll have kids and stuff… not. I’ll start there, work my way from familial time to getting on the road and making a 2,000+ mile road trip down to New Orleans, home of the ragin’ cajuns and good ol’ jambalaya. Texans I’ll be watching you along the way. My plan is to go stocked with not much besides my girlfriend and some 35mm film, and come back with fistfuls of physical artifacts of a few weeks that will be quite hazy. Hopefully we’ll end up with many a froggy visor and “My Meemaw went all the way to Fort Worth and all she got me is this shitty t-shirt” t-shirts. And lots of stolen mugs from bars that we’ll be chased out of. That’s kind of my thing lately.
After that, it’s back to sunny California to stop back in LA, pick up my remains and haul ass to San Francisco, where the jolly startups of SOMA and weirdos in the Mission are calling our name. I’ve found a darkroom there already and I’m hoping to jump right back in soons I can. Shits like therapy, and lord knows I could use some right about now. San Francisco will be a very interesting place filled with I-have-no-idea-whats-but-let’s-hope-I-don’t-die.
In the heat-covered days that remain in September, I will go back to the skyland (as my 4 year old sister Ashley loves to put it) and fly over to Barcelona, España to visit my dear friend and shady brother, Elliott Lavi, where he’ll be pretending to be studying abroad and instead will be on a rolling blackout for months upon months. Hoowee this will be a fun summer… if I have the money to afford it that is.
Here’s to my eyes closing and my lens opening. It’s been a while.