|| A Bailey Wedding ||

11-11-2017

The Baileys got married inside of the most beautiful venues in all of the world, but specifically in Oakland, California. The 16th St Station has so much character, from the beautiful architecture in the main hall, to the graffiti walls around the backside.

This venue has been in top movies and music videos and has been a place to throw special Burning Man events and various parties, but furthermore - to host the place where The Baileys could show devotion to each other in front of their loved ones. 

The groom put it perfectly on why they choose this spot - "The reason why we picked this building was because we both are kinda are diamonds in the rough, and the graffiti on the building is the like experiences we've had, whether good or bad, we have to take a step back at look at it. The room is beautiful because of the graffiti and because of the cracks, that goes for how we are as well."

Also, I am going to nominate the Baileys for holding down the bad ass card. They had one of Oaklands finest rappers perform as a special guest at their wedding. Too Short did not disappoint anyone and neither did the Baileys.

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|| Thailand Tour || Part 2 of 3 || The High Council ||

Tonsai Beach

Tonsai is known for a few things. Climbing the world's best-known cliffs, swimming and hanging out at the beaches, drinking many coconut shakes and lounging in different bars and beach spots. I can't forget about the Thai massages for only 250 baht. Currently 35 Baht = $1. You do the math! It's cheap!. Tonsai is really is a magical place and I can see how it sucks in all the travels who just happened to stumble upon it. It's like never-ever land!


Chill Out Bungalows

We made our way up to the Chill Out Bungalows, a place that held 1-2 beds (or a hostel type of room for cheaper). The floor I could see through, it was just boards nailed together to make a floor for the shack on stilts. Some would call it rough, I called it simple.

The bathrooms were all a little different in each bungalow, all were opened to the outside, which I found refreshing to see over into the jungle. A toilet which has no way to flush anything down mechanically. There was a bucket, a spout and a basin provided. You had to fill the basin up with the water, and pour that water into the toilet. Never flush the toilet paper down the toilet (Yes, that is contradictory, but it's not made for the toilets), However, each toilet came with a Bidet hose to clean your ass if you'd rather. I did, and it worked for me.

There was 1 fan in the room, and 1 electrical outlet. The outlet had the fan plugged in it, but the property only had the electricity turned on from 10 am – 2p.m. , and 6 p.m. - 6. a.m. The fan wasn't on during the hot parts of the day, so it was weird taking cold showers at first but it eventually felt nice. I was taking cold showers 2 -3 times a DAY!


Chill Out Bar 

Just below the Chill Out Bungalows was the neighboring Chill Out Bar. It has open space to relax in, large table tops and sitting areas, along with many Bob Marley and Jimi Hendrix artwork behind the bar.

The High Council played here on their first night. I remember while I was taking photos of the band, I could just see a wave of people dancing on in front of me, around the bar and restaurant, and even while slacklining, everyone was in a dance trance. 

 When we arrived, we all were greeted by Bon, 1 of the 3 brothers (Bee and Aye being the other two) who had moved here, 4 hours away from their homes to live and work in Tonsai. They found their homes and work to be at the Chill Out. They spoke a little English, and knew how to hold a conversation. They would join in slowly with their smiles and laughter. 

Their laughter and joy of life were infectious! I knew I would miss them from the moment I met them.


Tonsai Wildlife

There were many animals that would roam the property. From a front yard goat, to chickens, a rooster, a dozen stray cats, to a few kittens.

There were even snakes, lizards, spiders, and iguanas that made some appearances.

|| Photo Credit || Lily Douglas

From the kind Langur monkeys to the snatching Macaque monkeys, they roam around everywhere on Tonsai. From swinging around tree branches to jumping on the bungalow tin roofs, they were beautiful. Even the mean ones...

When we had arrived almost immediately from behind a Macaque had snatched a bag of fruit out of someones hands. However, more inland of Tonsai, the Langur had a kind presence. I even walked out onto my porch with the biggest one id seen, after I heard Ben yelling “Brie, shut your door...” As I heard him repeat it louder and louder. I walked out to see the Langur perched on the bench, with it's tail draping across the stairway below him. He was staring right at me for a few seconds, we locked eyes for what seemed to be a long time. At that moment I realized I never had a moment like this before, with a monkey 2 feet from me, in the wild in another country. The Langur than ran up the bungalow pole, onto the roof and into a tree. I was stunned and excited and even emotional.


Tonsai Beach Clean- Up Festival

The High Council were the headliners at the Tonsai Beach Cleanup Festival. The purpose was to clean the beach that day, and then bring many of the bars and shops down onto the beach by the stages, in vendor booths in rows on both sides. "The Holiday Band" and "Job to Do" opened up the festival, and really had the crowd moving!

Half way through The High Council's set, there had been a power outage. I saw a dozen of Thai guys trying to fix the 2 small wires that had been powering the whole system together, in the rain.....

During this time there was a 15-minute drum solo happening. At some point I realized that everyone who had been trying to fix the problem were now walking away from it (probably the best thing to do). A large group of us girls went onstage to support them by dancing the rest of the show out of them!

Photo Credit || Lily Douglas - Stage / Zeke Wakefield & Ryan Phillipart

Chuck Hues is an amazing live painter who came along to do a live painting to each set. Chuck makes each stroke with the beats of the music and his paintings are a reflection of the music that is coming out. When the band is done playing a set, the paint is being set.


Pirate Sunset Bar

Part reggae, part Thai and part Burning Man infused venue with a chill vibe filled with hammocks, tiny tables, swinging chairs, and mushroom shakes for the people looking to get weird. This was a place that The High Council played at all because of an encounter with the bar owner, Toffee.

Toffee is like the mascot of Tonsai. Everyone knows Toffee, everyone loves Toffee, and everyone knows all of Toffee's sayings. “Get Dat Shit” Why Not” Shut the Fuck up, please.” I don't like it. I LOOOVE IT!”

Toffee and Pang met through a tragic encounter. They had witnessed a man plummet to the ground in front of them at the beach. The base jumper didn't have the parachute open after jumping off the cliff. Toffee, Pang and another one of his friends helped this man to the hospital, which was quiet a trek out. The guy survived, and after that experience they shared, Toffee invited Pang and the band to play at his bar, and they were close ever since!


" The Wall "


Island Hopping

15 people deep and we all decided to get a long boat as a group, and go out island hoping for an afternoon. From Tonsai, to Ko Poda to Ko Ponanak, Tup Island and Ko Khom.

From snorkeling (First time!), swimming and not enough sunscreen, I was living the life of a screensaver, and it didn't feel real, but SO REAL at the same time. Was this my life?

Our boat captains even made us a meal, one with lots of rice, chicken and fish. The fish was the best part, it was whole and full of bones.


We spent 5 nights in Tonsai, played 4 shows, new friends, ate many phad thais and spring rolls and gained more friends that I thought was possible to meet in a 5 day period.

Tonsai Tummy – Most people in the group got sick, but I somehow managed to escape the sickness train. Some people were sick for a whole day or two. It could have been the food, the water, or really anything. One person could have gotten sick from eating the same thing another person did, who didn't get sick. I was lucky enough to not experience this. Or some would say... maybe I didn't get the real Tonsai experience without getting sick.

In the time I was with the band, I felt like a rockstar, and I was only the photographer! I had gained some new friends while in Tonsai, from the owners and workers of the bars to the people working at our bungalows, to the paired up or solo travelers. I was in a blissful state of mind when we were leaving. It was time to leave Tonsai.


Part 3 of 3 coming soon, so pretty please, stay tuned :D

Love'in the Bay Area

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I love the Bay area. I love being engulfed by the many neighborhoods in San Francisco, eating the best mac and cheese in Oakland, and even doing couch sailing in Sausalito. There is always something going on when I am there, and I am blessed to know so many good friends that surround the city. It’s never really hard to sell me into going on a trip to San Francisco. I always seem to come back a few times a year.

The main reason to come to the city this time was because I had won tickets to a show. This was to see the best in the world, Wild Child of course. If you have taken any sort of a road trip with me, you know I am a fan girl when it comes to Wild Child. Almost embarrassingly so. The box office at the Independent informed me I wasn’t allowed to take my camera in, so I was stuck with one job for the night, which was to embrace every lyric and beat that I knew. I did, and succeeded. I was even gifted a vinyl from their new album, Fools.

In the same neighborhood I met up with a new friend for a drink. The last time I was in town, I briefly met Dace when attending the REVEL party. A quick - How are ya? What’s your name? Good to meet you. Maybe next time you’re in town? – type of meet. This time we decided to go grab a quick drink at the Fly on Divisadero , and we spent an hour talking about life and what the quality of it means to us. The next thing I know it was over. Until next time my friend! It was a good, short lived chat.


16th Annual Burning Man San Francisco Decompression Party

I also happened to be in town the same time the Decompression was going on. Last year I attended the 15th annual Decompression, and it was a riot in all the good ways. I have now attended 3 burning man type of events in the Bay area, but have yet to go to Burning Man itself. Each of these events I attend gives me a bigger urge to make the move to get a ticket to Burning Man.

Bubbles, balloons, bananas, and burning man. Those were all part of the Decompression this year in San Francisco’s Espirit Park. This event is a place where people come to play and participate in the celebration of the previous burn. Also, it just sounds like another reason to party, so I’m down with it. Radical self-expression and body boogieing at different stages and dance floors are usually the things that go down at this event. I smiled every time I saw a child laughing alongside their ma or pa, or when these little ones were hula hooping like the bosses they are.


The Mission District

Also, known as the Mission. A place of captivating culture that is diminishing from dynamic. There are so many alleys to explore, and many pieces to capture in the Mission District. The culture of this neighborhood took over with powerful colors and vibrant messages, down many alleys and made into murals on beautiful buildings. It was clear that the Mission was changing, and the indigenous people of the mission are mostly native and Spanish origin, and by the pictures painted on the alley walls, it was clear that they felt that the change that was happening was not in their favor. 

The gentrification process started to take its place starting from the early 1990’s and still continuing to this day. The dot-com boom had brought in taken its place in more recent times, and with that comes hipsters and coffee shops. This new scene of young, urban, professional group of people hurt the local traditional businesses owners, artists, Latino American middle-class families diminished in population, and were basically moved to the outer Mission, or fully put out of the city, and into the East or South Bay regions.

Despite the Latino population dropping by 20% over the last decade, this artist friendly neighborhood is still showing love for its community, by painting up beautiful pieces in ugly alley ways.

Fun fact - The Mission is often warmer and sunnier than other parts of San Francisco.


East Bay

After eating the best mac and cheese of my life in Oakland, I was out. I wandered my way on wheels to Berkeley for a short time, mostly lingering around until making my way to the destination of Sacramento.

After walking through the campus in Berkeley, Chuck and I made our way to Peoples park, where Foods not bombs was to be provided.

I was educated about Food Not Bombs, while I stood in the line with many people who looked as if they appreciated any meal given to them. I myself was appreciating the fact that there was a collective group of people in many neighborhoods trying to feed the people, no matter who they were. This is a movement dedicated to non-violence and raises awareness to the issues on poverty and war.

Volunteers in the area that want to be of service to help out with the Food Not Bombs movement, collect food from local bakeries, grocery stores or restaurants who have a surplus of foods that are given away instead of going to waste.

It was also a good idea that I find a shower to bathe in. I hadn’t taken a shower in 5 days. There was a free shower service provided in a facility. It was for the homeless, or those living on the road.

It was like showering at the YMCA, except the ladies looked a little rougher, and you had a 5 minute limit. There was one particular lady who was showering next to me had a men’s pair of underwear on. A few minutes later I realized that wasn’t a women, it was a man with a wig. I was not trippin, I was just trying to get clean and get going.

As you can see, I didn't take out my camera for much during this time.

- Albany - 

Albany was the last stop for a photo adventure before heading out the next day. There is a beach spot called “The Bulb”. A parking lot, aligned with a path, which led to the West, which we were headed to, to catch the sunset. Along the path were rocks that had been painted with words like “Your Mother” on separated rocks that were close to each other, and even a perfect square rock that was inventively painted into a giant rubix cube. Overall, this place is perfect for a photo adventure near the golden hour. I do proclaim one day if I have a party here, it will be called Brie's Ballroom Bash at the Bulb. Mostly everyone is invited. :)


New York State of Mind

After driving for a few days up the East Coast, it was time to enter into NYC for the first time in my life. It was exciting and nerve wrenching, because of many things that were taking over my mind.

I didn’t have a solid place to stay, and I was starting to think that I would be spending my nights in a park somewhere because I knew no one in the city. Where was I going to sleep? I didn’t know. Considering I have never been to the east coast, my chances looked to be slim to none. Hostels were overpriced, and even if that was my last option, I would only be able to stay for a few days at max before running out of money. I didn’t want to be stuck in New York  "Until further notice". 

 

Work was the main focus for the first few days, which were the last of the program. My first interaction with a NYC sidewalk entailed me feeling like the modern day Santa Clause. I was handing out wafers to pedestrians who were surprisingly very nice and polite. I don't understand why New Yorkers get a bad rap for their sidewalk manners. I also met Murray from Impractical Jokers, and didn't know who he was. It seems as if everyone else does though.

The first few days while working, my time off the clock was spent in a hotel room near Queens. This location was a bit out of the way to get to anything cool. I ate some amazing pizza, and did some exploring at the Zion Cemetery across the street.

Working with a provided hotel gave me time to buy myself a few days without sleeping in a park, but I knew I had to find something soon. When I say soon, I mean by 24 hours.

I sent out a plea to a particular friend of Facebook, whom I only met once at Lucidity Festival. I saw that he had been posting photos of New York a few weeks before my arrival, so I reached out asking him for any leads for my situation. He sent me over to another friend of his, and so on and so forth.

After getting my plea posted on their timeline, more people started to come through with a place to stay for me. I was offered to stay in two different parts of Brooklyn from two different strangers.

Funny part about this story, I never met either of my hosts. They were both going to be away from their homes, but we got connected once they saw my predicament.

 I was able to crash in Prospect Heights for a few days while the owner, Josh, was leaving town. My requirements were to make sure Josh’s cat, Monkeyface, was fed and loved a bit while he was away. Gladly I did just that.

While in the Prospect heights neighborhood, I spent some time in Prospect Park, watching a makeshift baseball team play in the field. I also enjoyed one of the best meals I have ever had at a restaurant called Cheryl’s Global Soul. The wait the get in was longer then I would typically go for, but the SO WORTH IT. Id recommend the outside seating, because it looked too crowded and cramped inside to enjoy the space. You get to pick out a bloody mary or mimosa with the breakfast special, which was a big portion of food.

The second place I stayed was in Red Hook. A wonderful women by the name of Jess, reached out to me after she saw my plea on her friends wall. The problem was Jess didn’t stay at her place in the summer, she was away on Fire Island, (3 hours driving distance away)  but she would find a friend to transport her keys back into the city!

I would think about how much effort it took Jess to get her keys out of her hands, and into mine. It made me feel so grateful for people like that in this world. A persons so generous to let a stranger into their home, and the thoughtfulness that comes along with the kindheartedness, especially when needed most. <<<--- This is more than what some of my own family members would do for me at times in need.

These situations opened my heart up again. This was to a certain feeling of connections with the strangers in this world, and how I have friends I have ever met, like in this instance.

Red Hook was a place I suspect that isn’t frequented by tourists often, which made that side of town a quiet one. One of the nights I climbed onto the rooftop (Not sure if that was allowed or not… but no harm done) to take some really great photos of the city at night. The clouds were gazing over in an unrealistic way, and I decided to make a timelaspe of what I was seeing 

I did a lot of quintessential New York things, like taking photos of Time Square, riding the subway (many, many times), and even spent my Fourth of July in the city. However, I am not checking Central Park off my bucket list. I don’t think it counts if I was only there for 10 minutes before being chased off by the downpour of a storm. The subway tunnel was packed by pedestrians who all had the same idea, to stay dry.

Overall, New York taught me a bunch of things, some of which I am still learning from. 

New York City, it is time to check you off the list.