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My photo journal is a way for me to express the candid and
honest moments I capture in my life. Some showcase the
explicit love affair I have with photography. Others, just of
my daily encounters. All are 100 percent real and I wouldn't
trade them for the world. If you blog any of my imagery, be
awesome and please give me photo credit. Enjoy!
-Mr.Steezy
honest moments I capture in my life. Some showcase the
explicit love affair I have with photography. Others, just of
my daily encounters. All are 100 percent real and I wouldn't
trade them for the world. If you blog any of my imagery, be
awesome and please give me photo credit. Enjoy!
-Mr.Steezy
Saturday was a good day. I started off at Undefeated to drop off one of the new filp books (view the post below) and to grab some Vans. After that I hit little tokyo in downtown to find
the Japanese magazines that my photos of Alysha are in. The cashier was super cool and asked me for my autograph. I laughed and then he wished me good luck on my career. I
think he may have been extra nice to us because we kept making him laugh. Either way, stoked that I got the mags. After that we headed back to my place to grab some vodka
(splashed with oj for that low carb shit). Then we raced over to Commissary in Costa Mesa to grab a few things. I chopped it up for a minute, gave them a flip book then hit their bar
across the street. The Commissary lounge is pretty rad. We walked in around 10 so it was kind of empty. The happy hour was still going on so we took full advantage of the $3 Pabst
and $3 whiskey shots. By 11 the spot was poppin (not like club poppin but deffinately a good vibe). The crowed was mixed with a lot of good looking birds. Some of the dudes tried way
too fucking hard to be cool but for the most part the people I talked to were super down to earth. The bar-back was mad cool too and totally made up for the dick head that was serving
our drinks. I'm nice to everyone I meet until they kick some attitude and this dude was for sure getting on my bad side (no tip for you buddy). But fuck it, it was my first time at this spot
so I went back to enjoying my Jameson, the good tunes and my company. We left around 1:30 completely hammered. I remember us driving (don't drink and drive, kids) down the
street to some fancy hotel, I kind of remember checking in and then the rest is a blur. This may be the first time in my recent years waking up next to a girl with all of our clothes still
on. Ladies and gentleman, I'm officially getting old.
Canon 5D MK II - iPhone 4s
the Japanese magazines that my photos of Alysha are in. The cashier was super cool and asked me for my autograph. I laughed and then he wished me good luck on my career. I
think he may have been extra nice to us because we kept making him laugh. Either way, stoked that I got the mags. After that we headed back to my place to grab some vodka
(splashed with oj for that low carb shit). Then we raced over to Commissary in Costa Mesa to grab a few things. I chopped it up for a minute, gave them a flip book then hit their bar
across the street. The Commissary lounge is pretty rad. We walked in around 10 so it was kind of empty. The happy hour was still going on so we took full advantage of the $3 Pabst
and $3 whiskey shots. By 11 the spot was poppin (not like club poppin but deffinately a good vibe). The crowed was mixed with a lot of good looking birds. Some of the dudes tried way
too fucking hard to be cool but for the most part the people I talked to were super down to earth. The bar-back was mad cool too and totally made up for the dick head that was serving
our drinks. I'm nice to everyone I meet until they kick some attitude and this dude was for sure getting on my bad side (no tip for you buddy). But fuck it, it was my first time at this spot
so I went back to enjoying my Jameson, the good tunes and my company. We left around 1:30 completely hammered. I remember us driving (don't drink and drive, kids) down the
street to some fancy hotel, I kind of remember checking in and then the rest is a blur. This may be the first time in my recent years waking up next to a girl with all of our clothes still
on. Ladies and gentleman, I'm officially getting old.
Canon 5D MK II - iPhone 4s
April 2 .2012 - 12"00am
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