I went to Joshua tree with the girl from perth back in January. This has to be my 3rd or 4th post about this place but do desert photos with pretty girls ever get old? usually i would add some sort of commentary about the girl in the photos but she hates blogs and would kill me if i got too sentimental.

This is my father. For his birthday we raced really fast cars, an Audi R8, a Lambo and a Ferrari. Pushing a LAMBORGHINI GALLARDO into and unintentional 360 was really fun, thanks pop.

a couple saturdays ago george and i decided to rent a boat. these photos were taken right before we passed the break wall. there are no photos after that because we were hit by the rough seas which washed over the boat destroying my ipod, stereo, blackberry and camera…

after 2 years working on the same project,  jordan and i decided to regroup in the desert and figure out what comes next… this is what it looks like to get lost for 48 hours.

not that i’m into corpse robbing or anything but i couldn’t pass up the chance to validate my stance on atheism… plus having a 90% intact mummified body makes for an awesome conversation piece when the cenus folks stop by.

death valley.

we tried to spend as much time as possible off the highways. we had one stretch that went over a 100 miles without seeing asphalt or a road sign.

attempting to live out a car commercial.

the first nights accommodations were kind of shitty.

desert crack head ingenuity at its best. my new weapon of choice.

the end of day one.

pahrump has a lot of churches.

pahrump has even more whore houses!

they even have them in gas stations.

after passing the third brothel we got the balls to ring the bell and see what the deal was. at 10 am on a tuesday morning, madame butterfly’s was not all that alive… the “madame” was a 20 year old goth chick that had been working there for 3 weeks after finding the job through a classified ad. before we could tell her that we were just exploring she hit play on her cassette deck and 10 half asleep hookers came into the room dancing to r. kelly’s bump and grind. the reality of the pahrump sex industry is that the prostitues look more like edward james olmos than the do women which was beyond magical with “mr. showbiz” as the soundtrack.

the only photo i was allowed to take inside madame butterfly’s.

local sisterhood union 154.

just 4 hours outside of LA.

we drove through that mountain range on a dirt road covered in snow. the plan was if we didn’t see any signs, roads or people we would turn around at a half tank…

3 years ago i drove to spanky’s dads house in mexico with curtis, ako and camille for new years. i fell asleep before midnight so i don’t have any awesome party photos but i did find these of the ride down and new years day.

post modern shackage.

slight nostalgia.

Falling back in love with Los Angeles on my days off. Forgot how good looking she still is.

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