The more I know, the more I realize how much there is that I don't. The older I get, the more I realize how precious the time I have left is. Since the start of 2015, and especially since my birthday, I've been treating each week like it's my last. My whole life has become a choose-your-own-adventure storybook--for example, the past couple weeks have encompassed NYC for Diesel, a solo backpacking trip to the UK, a Palm Springs getaway, Tennessee for Bonnaroo with Teva, a Joshua Tree weekender, sky diving (!!!), and a Catalina Island fishing trip on a yacht, all peppered with momentary lulls in Los Angeles. Life is too precious and my spirit is too wild (or, dare I say it, feral) to be complacent with never-changing surroundings and experiences. I didn't have anything in particular coming up this week/end so I booked a spontaneous flight to my second home, NYC. Excited to show you things I'll be working on there. I'm forever grateful that my career and my lust for living exist in perfect synergy.
The Fifth shorts.
photography by Randy Tran