THE REAL SH**

"We gotta get up babe"

I (Jack) woke up to the thud of the hotel door as Danny returned from astoundingly his second coffee run that morning (it was 7:18 AM).

It was upon sitting up when I realized:

it felt like every ounce of my body was on fire.

We had not had ample sleep in the past....well forever at this point.

It was then that I decided to thug it out.

We created a “check in” video, then hit the road to Los Angeles to a photoshoot.

THE REAL SH**

It was finally time for us to feel the pressure.

We had been generating content nonstop and were beginning to recognize the amount of work that lay ahead of us.

We were tired. We were opinionated.

We had been eating junk food nonstop yet were the skinniest either of us had ever been.

We began the inevitable: Our first argument on the road.

ROUND ONE: FIGHT!

It was the same as any argument between extremely dehydrated creatives who had just changed their entire life's trajectory by switching cities: chaotic.

I really couldn't tell you where the arguing began, or even if any of our points were viable.

But began it did.

All I know is that we both thought the other person was horribly wrong.

About what? Honestly anything.

It really sucks when you're both highly aware that the situation at hand is physically and emotionally draining, and that none of your bad feelings are truly the cause of the other person's negligence: but by god does it feel like the truth in the moment.

We still wanted to get our shots in so we did. We knew the other person was right to some degree, it was just physically impossible to come to terms.

In the end, we became aware of how to hear each other, which is an incredible feat to achieve within the first few months of a relationship while on a roadtrip.

We checked in later that night and debriefed before bed so that we didn't fall asleep mad at each other.

But before we did that, we thugged it out at the rooftop shoot

like, so hard.

ROOFTOP SHOOT

We raced against the wind to make it to Los Angeles before sundown.

I did my own edgy editorial look in the car as we drove through the grapevine

(will eventually post a GRWM in the car lol).

Once we hit LA, we stopped at Dirt Cobain's place to pick up some fits, then dipped to Payam's apartment to shoot on his roof.

Payam had moved to a penthouse apartment over year ago and I haven't had the time to stop by and check it out.

His flat was huge. Like a fashion oasis that we never wanted to leave.

But we were racing against the light.

The shoot was rapid.

We were spent, but the fits were fire and the setting was perfect.

We had ample time to shoot in the dramatic lighting of the fading Los Angeles sun reflecting off the skyscrapers.

Danny got a quick drone shot in, then we went to town shooting video and photo in multiple spots on the roof. Though we were mentally barely there, the shoot was a well rounded success.

POST SHOOT JITTERS

Danny was able to find us an Airbnb inside the same building that Payam lived in.

Very necessary after the day we had.

Relationships are hard work sometimes.

But with that work comes the intimacy of knowing another human being on a deeper level.

There always has to be that spark that ties two souls together. Danny and I are undeniably linked.

Romantic relationships are a great way to gauge:

How real can you get, how well can you communicate, and how honest are you with yourself?