lightning bolt pop up

I think the deciding moment that I became appreciative and interested in street art was when I was about twelve. At this time I was living in Corona with the Cuff family. Every day on my way to and from jr. high I would drive up and down green river road, where there was a wheat paste of a contrasted black and white photo of George W. Bush. This was around the time when the public eye's notion of the president was starting to plummet. On the wheat paste, there were no derogatory or clever string of words, it was simply a picture on a yellow, diamond shaped street sign. What was interesting was the not-so-appealing scenery surrounding the President - cracked concrete, overgrown weeds everywhere, an almost deserted and run-down shopping center, dirt, train tracks, abandoned cars. That thing had to be there for at least a year and a half, and the scenes engulfing this picture were always changing but always were about the same theme - neglect. I'm sure there are many other takes on what the message of that picture was, but I always thought this idea to be quite intriguing to my young and naive thoughts when I was twelve years old.

On another note, Last week I got a job from a friend of mine (Stephanie Weber) to shoot an event for lightning bolt, a clothing company that originated in Hawaii during the 1970's. I trekked up to Los Feliz with Brit, Sheshwan, Brad, and Becca (they worked the bar and modeled the clothes) and spent an awesome night in LA. Brit and Bec had a great time in their outfits ha ha...