philip eastman

Two Weeks, There and Back

Phil and I took a necessary road trip (with reasons which you will learn more about in a later post), and made a few pit stops between Los Angeles California, and White Sands in New Mexico. 

The first stop was Tucson. I kind of fell in love with this place. The culture was vibrant, and there was just enough hippie to suit my needs. Things like organic grocery stores, weird book shops, spaces to roam and grab either a cheap beer or an imported red are must haves and this place was stocked. 

We stopped to say hello to Phil's grandmother. If you remember Maria from the Welcome To Wyoming post, this would be her mom. She could only accommodate us for a few hours in the morning since she had guests staying over and they had plans to go to a museum for the day. She goes out to see plays and musical performances, while maintaining her art collection which has been a project for her since her twenties. She is now 92.

We then ventured on to White Sands for an incredible few days working with Tiny Atlas Quarterly. A wild honor. Details will be kept limited since there'll surely be more to come from that side of our trip - so I'll talk about the other thing that happened while we were there. Phil and I met a traveling couple from Canada, living out of their "Armageddon Bus" until their house is finished being built on their farm. Meet Erin and Jesse. 

Here it is. Glorious, isn't it? They bought this bus and proceeded to fully gut it, replacing the bus seats with a custom made fold down bed (the bottom containing shelving units), as well as a stove and toilet. They also kept a photo album of the buses progress. Their pups Willow and Cedar rode with them too. Great company.

We stopped at the closest place to get a coffee - which happened to be Arizona's own Bedrock City, a dilapidated tribute to the Flintstones in  the most geographically appropriate location. Definitely worth checking out. Oh, and coffee is only 5 cents.  

The Grand Canyon. For safe measure. 

And a last days visit to our favorite hot springs. More details to come soon. 


MALE as MUSE - Breaking Tradition

In honor of Fashion Week, Phil and I decided to do some playing around the studio.

There's a stereotype around women being the greater option as a source of artistic inspiration. While the female form is astounding, I have to make a point to counter this concept. To be a muse is to be an artist, for an artist. There is a symbiotic relationship formed, and each lends inspiration to the other. Having a sense of combined strength and grace is not just for women. Men can easily embody this as well. 

I feel very lucky to have a partner who is not only willing to play but wants to. He inspires me, and keeps me curious. There's a magic in sharing art with someone you love. It brings you closer together as friends and continues to unfold who you are individually and together as one. I encourage everyone to challenge one another in their friendships and relationships to create, share, and discover more and more.

Rarely do I photograph in black and white, but for the point of this particular shoot, I wanted to display what a single person is capable of.

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Model: Philip Eastman

Clothes by: Alexander Wang / Topman /

Makeup by: ILIA / Dr Hauschka


48 HOUR BAE-CATION in JOSHUA TREE!

Sometimes the city gets to be a bit too much to handle and escape is necessary. Thankfully I live close enough to a few pretty great retreat spots. Joshua Tree is one of them. The sky is massive, free from the blinders of tall buildings and roads, and the air feels like it could carry you away. 

Phil and I decided to go for an adventure, because honestly, there is always time. 

We rolled into the Joshua Tree Motel + Inn, famously haunted by the spirit of Gram Parsons. My intuition told me that any spirits present were definitely the kindly sort. 

The expansiveness of the park is a great solution to feeling crowded and overwhelmed by city life. Sometimes all I need is a little stillness and silence, which can be a beautiful balance to the whirlwind of life in LA.

Into the unknown. Whether with a friend, lover, or solo, stepping into nature is sure to reveal your truths. Don't be afraid to ask questions while wandering. Answers will always be given.

On to Pappy + Harriets in Pioneertown! We were thrilled to discover that there was a small music festival taking place. We were lucky enough to get a super good meal, AND great music to boot. This is a pretty cool spot, located on an old Wild West movie set. 

In the city, people spend a lot of time looking down. Watching for poop, or watching their phones. In J Tree you look up, greeted by a sky full of stars.

Early morning wander and dip. 7am and over 95 degrees. 

A spot of local grease, and a wander. I found a shop full of plants. Didn't bum me out.

I also found this wood carving of a papaya at an antique shop. Rad. Obviously I took it home.

We carried on down the road until we came to the Salton Sea, on to Slab City, and finally Salvation Mountain, a beautiful tribute to God build by Leonard Knight. For 30 years he lived in a truck at the base of his ever growing installation, working on it every day. He only recently passed this year. 

If you've never been there, try to see it at least once (or just look up the hashtag on instagram and avoid heat stroke).

This is John, a volunteer overseer of the site. A very sweet man with a kind demeanor and more than willing to have a conversation. He and Phil hit it off pretty quick. If you happen to run into him, don't let his tone fool you. For every car that pulled up, he would shout "DO NOT ENTER THE SITE WITHOUT A BOTTLE OF WATER!!" perhaps followed with "IF YOU WOULD LIKE, I WOULD BE HAPPY TO TAKE A GROUP PHOTO FOR YOU ALL!!" 

Be warned, Slab City is no picnic. This place is a dusty road to hell, despite the presence of Salvation. Don't be a dork- definitely take lots of water if you do in fact make the mecca.

Great trip with a great dude. I can't imagine it'll be very long until we take another trip to J Tree. Until our next adventure...