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Dear Youth Mikala Jones in sunglasses

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No offense to Mikala Jones, but this is the worst photo I’ve ever taken in my life.
Mikala is a great guy. And I probably should have listened to his the subtle complaints he made and shot this differently.

First I had his sunglasses off, but the gold reflector was shining his eyes so bad that he couldn’t keep his eyes open. So I told him to put his sunglasses on.

“Yeah, that looks good…” I kept saying.

Really? Fucking sunglasses?

Standing awkwardly on the top of some restaurant in the middle of Marrakesh? Golden reflector sticking out like a sore thumb? Yeah, Nate, looks good…

Luckily this photo has been in the hard drive vault for over 7 years and is only now showing itself to the online world. But I’m glad I shot this photo. It was fun experimenting in a foreign land and trying something new. But it’s super important to constantly look at your body of work and find out what you like and what you don’t like. The sooner you realize that it looks horrible when you ask 3 surfers to go walk over a hill with their surfboards, the better off you’ll be. —Nate Lawrence

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Dear Youth The fun that leads to sleep paralysis

“Never trust a thought that didn’t come from walking.” That’s a quote by an old madman by the name of Friedrich Nietzsche. He’s an existential pioneer and had one hell of a dark passenger throughout his life. But the man sure did drop some wisdom while he was here. I bring this up as a bit…

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Dear Youth A Treatise on Art and Coffee

Coffee is a drug. That’s masked by ubiquity and social acceptance but it’s just hot speed. Black hot wonderful speed. That thought lingered last Saturday morning as a nice young man in a waxed-cotton apron and mustache — and not a November mustache, but a real annual subscription to the thing — fixed my Guatemalan…

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