
as tyra would say, matthew's body of work looks too catalog and not high fashion enough to be considered america's next top model.

shelly and lindsay on a morning "boy patrol".

lindsay's number 1 goal for the trip was to eat some pizza (?). and number 2: to get our
Getty on, which we did quite successfully.

steve mid textbook wallride (above), and just mere minutes later trying to bless our trip with a dime in the fountain wish for safety (below). what energy.


the gals just taking a stroll through the gardens, remembering their molly shannon and miley cyrus encounters from the day before.

when your favorite motto to live by is "dance as if no one is watching" (borrowed from a tattoo she saw on a really cool girl in school), you are thrilled to the very center when a group of latino breakers invites you to pop and lock with their crew.

losing our minds and breaking the bank at fingerprints in long beach and amoeba in hollywood.


paying respects to the ghosts of past concrete graffitti artists.


getting in touch with the weird, lonely pre-teen girl inside himself, steve tested out the stereo's tweeters with the his new favorite album, the twilight soundtrack, on repeat. matthew had to break his 6 day pepsi sobriety at 2am so that he could just survive the harshness.

girls just being girls at a santa monica ihop. we were all so young back then.

testing out our hearts tolerance for clogged arteries, we ate at roscoe's that same day.


finally, we waved goodbye to greatest spring break we've had so far this year.