I’ve kept a low profile the last few days to avoid the first week of summer crowds and to fall back in love with listening to 90′s hardcore records while making stuff with my hands. Saggy sent me this text today… “I’m so stoked we’re working on resisting the siren song of the surf” There is swell in the sea yet I’m happier being in my dungeon making stuff. Learning how to love again has left me with not much to post on here so I leave you with some photos from a shoot I did earlier this week at John Paul DeJoria’s little house. Yeah. The dude from the PAUL MITCHELL SALONS and DON’T MESS THE WITH ZOHAN.

I guess if I was worth somewhere around 3 billion dollars I would want my foyer to have hand laid marble floors to complement the 200 year old thrones and marble walls.
I forgot what you call this room.
Pure magic.

In this photo he was telling us about how he has a tree from EVERY CONTINENT on the planet sans Antarctica in the yard surrounding the house. (Seriously) It was a super fun day and “JP” ended up being a really cool and inspiring dude. Look him up! He was homeless 20 years ago…
Sliced two fingers in the heat of passion today. Love hurts.