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I’ll start this off with a Hunter S. Thompson quote… “Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish – a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow – to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested. Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.”
This spot said there was cold beer but there was nothin but stacks of paper inside and a very unfriendly old man. Saw these babies on my way out.
I had a great studio in Brooklyn with a really great job serving cocktails two nights a week at The Jane Hotel. My parents still lived in the Hamptons, my friends didn’t suck, and my heart hadn’t been broken in a long time. Still, I knew eternal happiness existed beyond my “perfect” life in New York City. I packed my car up and left what didn’t fit. A best friend of mine joined in on the ride and made the whole thing absolutely bearable. Six days later, we made it through meth head madness with nothing stolen and no damage to my car. Literally not a thing went wrong. This was a first for me…
So sit back, relax and enjoy this hour-long mixtape over sh*t I seen, my photo essay on America.
Driving on the side roads along the way made for seeing a lot of drag race cars. It’s unfortunate we were on a time constraint because I would have love to see one of those rallys.
First time we hit traffic on the road.
I shot a bunch of Loser Machine products along the way too. This was my first contender in Knoxville, Tennessee.
This was outside our hotel in Santa Fe, New Mexico. We had only seen country the whole time and arrived to town real late. When we woke up the next morning, we were stoked to see desert.
Trying to find some decent priced vintage cowboy clothes was more difficult then we thought. These were in the back of a store and I guess used for practicing rodeo?
Waiting for a table at breakfast, I spied this Mariachi band running late for their gig.
A clean bathroom was easy to find on the road.
Open Kansas skies.
A simple life can look enticing at times.
Concrete teepee across from a cow mill. It smelled like shit but the grass was really green.
I love this vintage Big Bad Wolf throw up.
I wanted to stop at every single strip club I saw. And I did. This one had incredible decor.
These were fake flower planted out front of Th’ Katch.
We rolled into town somewhere real late and caught this fenced in area of dinosaurs right off the highway.
ELVIS souvenirs in Tennessee.
You can literally buy a towns weight worth of fireworks ANYWHERE in Tennessee
We stopped at the Wig Wam motel in Holbrook, Arizona the night before we made it to LA. I walked around the parking lot in my underwear at 6am taking these photos.
“The best place in town to take a leak!” Probably in reference to a tire leak but I appreciate the double entendre.
Old ladies love their diners.
Lots of old signs fooled me along the way. Places would look cool from the outside but end up being disappointing inside, or closed.
One thing my friend Darine and I made sure we did each day was stop at a thrift store. I got a bunch of stripper clothes at this one spot.
Speaking of Darine, this is her.
We decided to hit the Grand Canyon before rolling into Los Angeles and these guys welcomed us.