hollywood
framable, usable postcard-sized 5” x 7” print w/ optional float frame.
printed on premium stock
matte finish
behind the words:
it’s hard to remember how it all happened that night but the day began on top of a mountain in the heat of a SoCal summer. a guy and a girl hiked up a mountain and before they could get to the place where they would see the Hollywood sign, they caught a glimpse of the Santa Ana’s. from the corners of their eyes they watched as a mountaintop beside them seemed to combust into flames. neon red glowed like the cherry end of a cigarette. the world was on fire — a reminder sent on the back of the wind.
later that night, in a dark hollywood bar music flowed like the liquor but there was something different about the vibrations, the voices, the notes, the chords amplified by microphones that echoed amongst bodies, walls and empty liquor glasses in a place so close to the mountain that escaped tragedy just hours before. the news, at this point, was old. no one would remember the fire but the two of us who were touched by the view of a neighboring mountain, the two of us who still carried it’s ashes amidst the strands of our hair.
we didn’t sleep until the morning. there was too much left to relish. the night — like the winds — held secrets she only whispered if you kept her company.
framable, usable postcard-sized 5” x 7” print w/ optional float frame.
printed on premium stock
matte finish
behind the words:
it’s hard to remember how it all happened that night but the day began on top of a mountain in the heat of a SoCal summer. a guy and a girl hiked up a mountain and before they could get to the place where they would see the Hollywood sign, they caught a glimpse of the Santa Ana’s. from the corners of their eyes they watched as a mountaintop beside them seemed to combust into flames. neon red glowed like the cherry end of a cigarette. the world was on fire — a reminder sent on the back of the wind.
later that night, in a dark hollywood bar music flowed like the liquor but there was something different about the vibrations, the voices, the notes, the chords amplified by microphones that echoed amongst bodies, walls and empty liquor glasses in a place so close to the mountain that escaped tragedy just hours before. the news, at this point, was old. no one would remember the fire but the two of us who were touched by the view of a neighboring mountain, the two of us who still carried it’s ashes amidst the strands of our hair.
we didn’t sleep until the morning. there was too much left to relish. the night — like the winds — held secrets she only whispered if you kept her company.
framable, usable postcard-sized 5” x 7” print w/ optional float frame.
printed on premium stock
matte finish
behind the words:
it’s hard to remember how it all happened that night but the day began on top of a mountain in the heat of a SoCal summer. a guy and a girl hiked up a mountain and before they could get to the place where they would see the Hollywood sign, they caught a glimpse of the Santa Ana’s. from the corners of their eyes they watched as a mountaintop beside them seemed to combust into flames. neon red glowed like the cherry end of a cigarette. the world was on fire — a reminder sent on the back of the wind.
later that night, in a dark hollywood bar music flowed like the liquor but there was something different about the vibrations, the voices, the notes, the chords amplified by microphones that echoed amongst bodies, walls and empty liquor glasses in a place so close to the mountain that escaped tragedy just hours before. the news, at this point, was old. no one would remember the fire but the two of us who were touched by the view of a neighboring mountain, the two of us who still carried it’s ashes amidst the strands of our hair.
we didn’t sleep until the morning. there was too much left to relish. the night — like the winds — held secrets she only whispered if you kept her company.