You’d think after a long self-assignment and you find yourself still caked with pig slop in your ear, it’d be a shitty day. And you’d be right, it was a shitty day, a wonderfully shitty day. If you’re going to get filthy, do so in Wisconsin, home of Hog Wrassling, part of the annual Wild…
When stars align, life is, well, life is fabuloso. And that’s how, while in LA for Lifeguard Championships, I also found myself shooting local Lucha Libre on a lazy Sunday evening. And not only did Nolesy give me the heads up on that visual gem, but earlier over Sunday morning coffee, he casually mentioned that…
I know this is stupid. But sometimes I forget that people – real people – go to games. They’ll buy tickets and parking, food and beer. And they’ll have a great time. Well, that’s what I did Saturday night in LA, catching a soccer game as a fan with friends, Rob & Renée. Real Madrid…
