The Mosaics New Single: "High or Low"

#TBT to last week...

Had the pleasure of photographing good buds The Mosaics in the days preceding their big show at The Troubadour in West Hollywood on 8/19 and the release of their new music video for the hot summer single "High or Low." The video/song have been getting some cool press! 

http://ohestee.com/music/videos/the-mosaics-get-too-high-in-the-sun-glazed-high-or-low/

https://soundcloud.com/sirchillicious/sets/chillicious-discoveries-0817

https://www.stereofox.com/the-mosaics-high-or-low/

It premiered on the Huffington Post! Watch it here: http://bit.ly/2wBXOYc

Below are some of my favorite selects from the shoot...

Fresh Air Amidst Despicable History

Hiked to Murphy Ranch with Megan on Sunday to breathe in the fresh air amidst the high-end homes of the Pacific Palisades, before descending (and eventually ascending) over 500 stairs to the fabled ruins, where--during the 1940s--Nazi sympathizers hoped to create an American stronghold, only to have their dreams deferred as history played out. Graffiti now covers the service road leading to the stairs, and covers the ruins below in the forest. We saw "Fuck Trump" sprayed out countless times; it is eerie how history repeats itself and hatred for others comes to the forefront of politics...But this hike to this haunting place proved to be very beautiful and I take solace in knowing both nature and common decency eventually overcome hatred of all types, across all times...

Here are some FujiFilm X-T2 shots:

A Mighty Wind

A mighty wind caused the overgrown palm tree leaves to beat wildly against her window all night long, the rancor of it all unrelenting. We tried to think of gentler times.

Fleeting Moments Observed During Movement

Yesterday, I saw a large woman gesticulating a gun fight with her hands to her bemused friend. They were standing next to a strip mall lock'n'key kiosk and it was the golden hour. She was demonstrating in shocking detail what appeared to me from my vehicle, a victim getting shot in the face with either a bullet or an arrow from a bow. I surmised that the victim's brains were blown out. Her friend nodded solemnly. She was very good at telling her story and I was intrigued but then the light turned green and I drove off.

Today, as I biked home against punishing winds, pedaling steadily and passing beneath an overpass, I saw a homeless man standing one foot away from the cement wall, facing it sternly, mere meters from his own bicycle and pitched tent. He was curling a bowling ball for exercise. Was the bowling ball a prized possession, one he was willing to schlep around with his other belongings? Or did he stumble upon it recently, identifying it as a perfect curling weight? I pedaled on and the temperature dipped with the sunset. 

I wish I had taken photos of these moments.