Sandra gets full credit for finding Frenchmen Art Market.
hipster shit
Icelandic Phallological Museum, It’s Funny Until It’s Not
There’s something everyone experiences when they visit The Icelandic Phallological Museum in Iceland. A special moment that no matter where else you visit in in the world, you’ll never, ever forget.
The Dude Abides in Reykjavik
When you hop over to a foreign country, you just wanna grab a cold one, right? Meet up with some cool kids that probably won’t steal your passport or leave you tied to a flag pole or anything?
That Time I Hitch-Hiked To Vatnajökull
This story is one of my favorites, and the inspiration for my kick ass mountain tattoo. I’ve been asked many times what the tattoo symbolizes. I always have the same response. A grin, then a tale about exhaustion, two Icelandic mountain men, and a little bit of drifty magic.
South Wedge | Neighborhoods
The wife beater clad teen yells obscenities at me. We’re standing on South Ave, he’s just approached me and asked to bum a cigarette. I tell him I don’t have one, after asking him to repeat what he said.
I See You, Rochester Farmers Market | Farmers Markets
Farmer’s Markets are more or less the same, but I still like to look at them.
Good Vibes in Asheville’s River Arts District
Morrie and I took a long walk around Asheville’s River Arts District today. The sweltering heat was worth the great shots.
Fields of (Dead) Fish
When I first arrived in Reykjavik, I had no idea how much Icelanders loved dried fish. The night we flew in, we went to a local grocery store since it was the only thing that was open. I was starving. We grabbed some dried fish…safe bet, right? Shortly after, the nomtacular started, a visibly intoxicated man approached my travel partner, Mike. First,…
Ridin’ Short Horses & Hanging With Of Monsters & Men
Remember that time I ran into Of Monsters and Men in Iceland? Me too. Hipster level, expert!
New Years In Iceland
I desperately tap on my phone. “It’s dead,” I say loudly as someone brushes past me. “Dammit.” The British equivalent of Aziz Ansari, Shami, grins at me and says, “It doesn’t matter. No one will believe you.” He starts laughing, near maniacally as he has all night. He disappears into the crowd of young travelers…