The road trip blog has returned only a few weeks after I ended my Route 66 trip. This time I am headed to my favorite place on earth, the terrifying and amazing Gathering of the Juggalos! The Gathering is a horrifying music festival in the middle of nowhere filled with insane clowns, naked fat girls and Faygo covered drug crazed juggalos. Photographically there is no place better in the world.

This is my fourth year in a row and today I am flying to St. Louis before hitching a ride with Jason Shaltz as we head into the middle of no where. Cave In Rock is on the bank of the Ohio River in southern, IL on the Kentucky border. It’s three hours from any major city and the closest town with a hotel is an hour away. They are cutting back on press again this year and there is no press tent and no cell service so I might only be able to update the world when I get back to my “hotel” every night. I put hotel in quotes because I am staying at a cabin in a religious retreat 45 minutes away from the Gathering. Good times.

Hopefully I will be able to update this every night Thursday-Saturday with a few pictures and things before getting some serious posts up next week. Here are some highlights from years past. Get excited!

Gathering Of The Juggalos 2010

Gathering Of The Juggalos 2011

Gathering Of The Juggalos 2012

Well that’s it. I got back home yesterday and spent most of the day napping and watching TV. I answered a few emails and got some posts ready for later in the week. Today, I am going to drop off nearly 70 rolls of film and see what the hell I got on this trip. It was pretty awesome shooting 90% of the trip on 35mm, but also a bit terrifying. This trip was one of the most amazing things I have ever done and I can’t wait to show you guys the results.

I enjoyed doing this road trip blog and I plan on bringing it back next time I go out of town for more than a few days. Then again, if I ever get my damn website redesign done I won’t even have a need for a separate blog like this because updating from the road will be so much easier. Whatever the case, it’s been fun.

Now to celebrate the end of my trip I decided to post a gallery of Miss Crash on The Girls of Driven By Boredom App.

The first time I shot Crash was one of my favorite shoots ever and I really wanted her to be part of my road trip project. She ended up my Route 66 trip by going to the end of Route 66 with me and shooting under the boardwalk and on the ferris wheel at the Santa Monica pier. After the shoot I dropped her off at her place and we did a two minute photo shoot right after she signed release forms.

We only shot about 30 pictures and I put about 20 of the best ones on the app. You should check it out, just sign up for a month and cancel if you don’t think it’s worth it. I think you are going to dig it and stick around. If nothing else you get to look at some naked photos of Miss Crash which is totally awesome.

Now check out the main page of Driven By Boredom tomorrow for real updates and full galleries. Until then, I hope you have enjoyed my road trip. I certainly did.

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Today has been insane. I was in completely stopped traffic for well over two hours on the way from Chicago to Detroit where I am now. I found out that I had to get my rental car returned by midnight or my insurance wouldn’t cover the little ding I put in the fender because they only protect car rentals of 30 days or less for some reason. I made it to Hertz by 11:45pm and then had to take a rental car shuttle to the airport and then a hotel shuttle from there to my hotel. This insane trip is all over tomorrow when I fly back to NYC. I cannot fucking wait to get home.

Now, in other news, Sailor Jerry Cobrafest day three was awesome because there was a Yacht Rock party with a water slide in the back. Bands still played (Nones, Rainbow Gun Show, King Dude and my friends White Mystery) and Keith Underwood and Jason Hoodrich from Taylor St Tattoos did free Sailor Jerry tattoos and all that was clearly awesome, BUT the most awesome was a water slide and a LOT of Hall and Oates being played.

If you aren’t in the know, Yacht Rock is my favorite thing on the Internet, it is also a genre of smooth sailing music from the likes of Kenny Loggins, Michael McDonald, The Doobie Brothers, Christopher Cross, Toto, etc. The Yacht Rock video series unearths the strange tails of very smooth hit songs of the 70s and 80s. The homie Hollywood Holt was DJing and he killed it. He and Francis from White Mystery got tattooed along with some hot babes I made friends with. It was all a really fun time.

I will get a TON of really fun water slide shots up with all the other Cobrafest at Cobra Lounge Pitchfork after party photos up in a couple of days. I just need a day or two to chill out after 31 days on the row. See you soon NYC!

Update: Click here for day 3 photos!

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Day two of Sailor Jerry’s Pitchfork after parties continued at Cobra Lounge last night. The Growlers headlined and got a bunch of tattoos by Keith Underwood. They have done several Sailor Jerry events and keep getting more tattoos. Always a good time with those dudes. Also performing were Toxie, Heavy Times and Denney & The Jets. Denney got a tattoo of his girlfriend topless with a rebel flag behind it. Well, it had her name in it at least. Heavy Times are a Chicago band and they brought out a good local crowd and Toxie was probably my favorite band of the night.

It was a good party and was still going when I left around 2:30am. There was a sweet dance party and Jason Hoodrich was still tattooing anyone who wanted to sign up for Sailor Jerry flash tattoos. It was a wild time and it all starts again tonight! One more day of Cobra Fest with King Dude headlining and my pals White Mystery rocking the fuck out as per always. If you are in Chicago come out!

Anyway, the full gallery will be posted next week when I get back, but until then here are a few shots for you to check out!

Update: Click for Cobrafest day two photos!

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So right now there is this Pitchfork Music Festival happening in Chicago. I went last year. I didn’t have a super great time so I don’t think I am going this year, although if someone gave me a pass it would be hard for me not to make an effort to see R Kelly. Anyway, not the point. The point is, my favorite client, Sailor Jerry Rum, is throwing after parties again. Cobrafest at the Cobra Lounge happened last year and it was a blast. Things kicked off last night and so far so good.

My girls Habibi were playing for the second year in a row and I love them. They all live in my neighborhood and they are all babes and they make awesome music. How can you not love them.

Sailor Jerry was giving out free tattoos again so Keith Underwood gave three of the four Habibis tattoos. He also hooked me up with one. I had him take a sweet drawing Norman “Sailor Jerry” Collins did of a parrot and cut it’s head off and then tattoo that to my arm. I am pretty psyched about it.

The Bronx headlined and I was pretty psyched about that because I am friends with two of the dudes in that band but I have never seen them. I did see their Mariachi band once but never their proper punk band. They were fucking awesome and destroyed the place. There was crowd surfing and moshing and total madness for a full hour.

The People’s Temple and Thing also played and they were awesome but I didn’t really meet them or anything so I can’t tell you pointless stories about them. But yeah, rock and roll and stuff.

Here are a few photos for now, but I will post the full gallery when I get home next week.

Update: Day One photos here!

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I spent another day in LA and I ended up shooting Arabelle Raphael in her new messy apartment, meeting up with Ash Hollywood and Charlotte Stokely to do post road trip interviews for the web series I am working on, and then I ran over to Donald Glover’s place where he was working on the new Childish Gambino album. I love all four of those people so it was awesome to see all of them again, especially Arabelle’s boobs. They are awesome.

The next day I headed off to San Francisco. I had never been there before and I was pretty excited about it but I was quickly turned against the city. My first night there I had plans to meet up with two people who both blew me off. I ended up in the Castro at three in the morning eating pancakes across from some friendly gay dudes, but it was not exactly how I wanted to spend my first night in SF.

The next day I had four shoots booked including a 10:30am shoot with Dylan Ryan. I wasn’t super happy about the timing and Dylan’s schedule opened up so we moved it to later in the day. Perfect, I could sleep in. Unfortunately I hadn’t heard from my noon shoot so I woke up early anyway to text her. Evidently she got in a fight the night before and might have to go to the hospital. She said she could probably shoot anyway but then I never heard from her again. I was supposed to shoot with Krysta Kaos at six but she texted me saying she was sick. Two shoots down already. My Bay Area anger was rising.

My next shoot was with Finch Linden but it turns out it takes a fucking hour to get from where I was staying in Berkley to San Francisco because everyone in the Bay Area drives well below the speed limit because they are fucking slow moving hippie assholes. I ended up being super late for the shoot and ready to poison all the US granola reserves. Fortunately Finch Linden was all ready for me and had a well lit apartment to shoot in. I shot Finch naked in public in Brooklyn and I was psyched to get to shoot her again but I had to do the whole shoot in 15 minutes before a bunch of her friends came over for a game of Dungeons and Dragons. Party forever.

After my shoot with Finch I texted Dylan and she was only a few blocks a way and on her way to shoot with me. I loved shooting Dylan the first time we shot and I was really excited to see her again. We bonded in a tattoo shop in Austin a couple years ago but I hadn’t seen her since. As I was waiting, I suddenly got a text from Dylan. She had been in a car accident. She was thankfully fine  and it was the other drivers fault, but she had to deal with the police and get her car towed and suddenly three of my four shoots had been canceled and one was tragically cut short by slow drivers and dungeon masters. I had lost my mind.

I just sat in my car with no idea what to do and was sort of just seething, ready to kill the next person I saw wearing sandals or a tie dyed t-shirt. I drove around Mission Hill to check out the view and kill time until I figured out what the fuck I was supposed to do. Suddenly I got a call from Krysta Kaos. She was off work and Theresa Manchester had randomly shown up at her work. What were the chances? I guilt tripped her about flaking on me (We had previously tried to shoot in Vegas, LA and NYC and every time something came up) and she told me to just come out and we would see what happened. I drove out to Oakland and suddenly as I drove over the bridge my luck started to change.

When I got to Krysta’s work she was missing and didn’t pick up when I called her. I was about to lose my mind when I got a hold of Theresa. Evidently they had all gone to let out Krysta’s dog and she grabbed a change of clothes and was down to shoot with me. I interviewed Theresa about my day in St. Louis with her for my web series while Krysta changed and then we went back to her place for a shoot. Krysta fucking killed it and we shot pretty much inside a billboard on her roof. The photos turned out pretty fucking amazing and the whole thing only took 20 minutes. I was so pumped to get to shoot with her after all this time and to have the shots come out so well.

At this point Tori Lux showed up. I had talked to her earlier and she was going to meet and try to shoot with Krysta but she didn’t make it in time. Krysta had to bounce so Tori and I went to her place, shot in her back yard and then ate some delicious foods at some random diner in Oakland. So suddenly I had photographed three girls in one day and was feeling pretty good about things. I also ran into Roxy Rage at Krysta’s work. I had met Roxy with the Bombshell Brats at a Philly tattoo convention and a photo of her Slayer butt tattoo became one of my most popular Tumblr posts of all time. She had moved to Oakland and was down to shoot when she got off work.

I killed time with Tori until Roxy got off work and we ended up at some super weird Oakland bars and I decided that while I might hate Berkley and San Francisco, Oakland seems like my kinda town. I met up with Roxy and I shot a bunch of 35mm photos of her. I didn’t shoot any digital shots and I am not even sure why at this point, but whatever the case they will be developed at some point and that will be exciting or something. Sorry this is getting so long.

The next morning I decided that instead of going 9 hours north to Portland I would just start moving towards Chicago. I need to be there on Friday so I decided to get a head start. I drove 12 hours to Salt Lake City where I am now. I have no plans on doing anything but sleeping in this town and then getting the fuck on. Gonna try to hit Denver tomorrow and see an old friend or two and then keep it moving. I probably won’t have anything exciting for you guys until I get back to Chicago. Until then, here are some NSFW photos. Enjoy.

Ps. Don’t forget about my sexy mobile app!

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Charlotte Stokely is pretty much my favorite model on the planet and I just spent four days with her on my Route 66 trip, but I didn’t get to shoot her until January of this year when I shot her for an article about the AVN Awards for Hustler Magazine. That quick 20 minute shoot while she was getting ready for the AVN Awards turned into a day road trip and then finally into this Route 66 road trip.

A bunch of photos from the first time we shot, and a bunch of photos from our first road trip to Joshua Tree National Park ended up as a massive 10 page spread in the newest Hustler Magazine. I am actually really proud of it and you guys should get a copy if you can find one. It’s the October issue even though it’s out now. I wrote the interview too!

In celebration of the magazine coming out I am going to be releasing the full set of photos I shot with Charlotte at her hotel before the AVN Awards exclusively on the Girls of Driven By Boredom Mobile App. Once the Hustler issue has been out a while I will post the other sets I shot of Charlotte on our road trip, but for now the only way you can see my pictures of Charlotte is in Hustler or on the app.

Here are a few shots to get you excited… now go sign up for my damn app!

Yesterday I drove down to Santa Monica with my friend Crash and ended my Route 66 journey at the pier. I traveled Route 66 from the 23rd of June until the 10th of July and it was an amazing, amazing trip.

I haven’t really had time or Internet since I left Vegas so I wanted update you guys a bit. In Vegas I shot my friend Angel Beau and Coco Velvett. I have been trying to shoot Coco forever so it was cool to finally shoot with her. Not only did I shoot her but I convinced her to drive to LA with me from Vegas. We drove back down from Vegas to Route 66 and hit a few things along the way including a bottle ranch and a giant orange. It was pretty rad although once you get close to LA the Route 66 sort of just becomes being stuck in LA traffic.

I dropped Coco off at her brother’s and picked up Crash and we took Route 66 down to the pier which, of the three different Route 66 endings, is the only one that is really celebrated in anyway. There is a Route 66 booth on the pier and an End of the Trail sign which is a replica of one that was put up by a movie studio in the 30’s and lasted until it disappeared in the 50’s. I got Crash naked on the ferris wheel and under the boardwalk and that was that. The end of Route 66.

It was a bit anti-climatic, especially since I have almost two more weeks on the road but it was still a great accomplishment and I am very glad I did it.

Today I shot a girl named Catie Parker who is adorable and I might try to take on the road trip to San Francisco but I haven’t actually figure out when I am going to leave LA yet. It’s all a mystery but here are a few NSFW photos of the few girls I mentioned in my write up above. Enjoy

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I have arrived in Las Vegas, a two hour drive north from Route 66. Ash Hollywood left last night and I am here for a few days to relax, photograph some girls, and give a ton of video footage to Wood Rocket, who I am doing this web series for. Tomorrow I will drive  back down to Route 66 and taking that all the way to Los Angeles where my Route 66 journey will end and part two of my road trip will begin.

Yesterday with Ash was a lot of fun. We checked out Grand Canyon Caverns which is pretty much just a giant hole in the ground, but it was pretty awesome. After that we went to a giant tiki head in the middle of nowhere and then made our way to Oatman, AZ. Oatman is an old gold rush town that somehow has survived along Route 66. They play up on their roots with wild west type shows and things. It was 115 degrees out and we missed all the fake gun fights, but still spent 45 minutes there. Why? Because the whole town is filled with wild donkeys. Seriously. They just walk around town and you can feed them and hang out with them and show them your ass. It was super weird and kinda amazing.

After Oatman we stopped off in a small down on the border of Arizona and California. It was getting close to 120 degrees out and we were hungry so we hit a dive bar/ restaurant called the Silver Dollar Chuck Wagon where they served breakfast all day. I had steak and eggs and a pancake and bacon and a coffee and it was like $10 and the best breakfast I have had on this whole trip. We hung out with some locals and then finally got on the road to Vegas with only a quick stop in Needles, CA.

So Ash is gone and I don’t know if I can find any girls to make the trip to LA with me, so I might finish Route 66 alone, but I am going to have someone meet me in Santa Monica for one last shoot on the pier where Route 66 ends. After that I am headed to San Francisco and maybe Portland before heading back across the country.

For now enjoy this photo of Ash Hollywood that I took on one of the insanely windy roads you have to drive through in Arizona on Route 66.