more from santa cruz...with commentary. lucky you.

last week kristy and i went down to san francisco and santa cruz. we photographed a family, and spent the next five days hanging around with some folks she knew. while in san fran (is it lame to call it that?) we went to the de young museum for the last 35 minutes it was open.

the courtyard...or the walls vs. themselves


the walls outside the courtyard...or the mirror of humanity




the lobby of the museum...or one guy pretending to understand a really big art thing on the wall


the next day we made our way to santa cruz to meet up with tanja and greg. tanja is a crazy talented photographer who did some shots of kristy and i (which might just be used on the wreckless studios website). and greg is a guy tanja knows...and who now, i know. i didn't do a whole lot of shooting myself, but managed to grab a few shots.

kristy...or thinking how rad mac is, but surprisingly not appearing to be too excited by the idea, which is unfortunate


kristy...or thinking about one of the hilarious things mac just said


kristy...or musicans don't wear shoes


while we were shooting, we met this dude named david, who leads a pretty rough life, played some songs on guitar for us, and who met neil young a couple of times...one of which he was hanging onto the mirror of neil's tour bus while drunk.

david...or hope never dies, and if it did, that'd be ok


then we drove to this burned down house to do more photo stuff.

the house...or punk bums' hideout




and here are some shots of greg...who lived in china the same time i did.

greg...or what mac's abs look like when they aren't covered up by a slight beer belly


greg again...or insert witty caption here, because i'm ready for bed


and with that, i'll call it a night.