Josh, while being the kingpin of the photo scene has a bit of a receding hairline. It bothers him, and so he is often seen wearing hats. They tend to make him look a bit like a mid-nineties dj, but he decides that is the best of the two possible options. What else is there to do? He is looking out over the city from his loft window - why oh why did he buy into this place on Woodward? It seemed like a good idea at the time, changing city yatta yatta. That's funny, he thinks. It all pretty much looks the same from where I am standing. And I am prolly being laughed at for buying this stupid place. He looks around at the minimal furniture, the steel, the crisp lines of everything and takes heart. It all looks how it should to him. Slick ass. Pimp. I'm gonna have a huge party here soon, he thinks. Bang it up. The city shimmers out at him. He can see all the way to new city, where the Fisher Building stands out to him like a promise. Teeming with so many people, they built a new downtown to accommodate everyone. He's been riding high on the ruin porn thing. But wishes for the high rises of Hong Kong to take over like massive bots all at the same time. Chew up the city and organize the shit out of the place. Maybe leave some ruined buildings behind like strange colosseums. But then wait, wait. Follow this blog