Roll it on out
ROLL IT ON OUT
I had this brilliant idea to shoot a roll of film a weekend to document my summer. On film. The 21st century’s most expensive medium. Tag that one on the list of life’s great decisions.
Nonetheless, a roll from the past snuck into the package sent away for development somewhere between me moving out and moving around non-stop for the past few years.
This roll, Roll X, contains a short but sweet love affair with a local brew at a murky old bar somewhere on Santa Monica Boluvard, three broke girls who put their last dollars in a Ford Fiesta's gas tank and the Papa Johns deal of the day, along with scenes of the Malibu Coastline.
Three years too late––three years too long, you're still "the sexiest mofo in this bar" according to Meg.
