sleepover at nick z’s

i took the fung wah down to new york this weekend.

i got to spend 12 hours straight with nick z. we spent most of the night talking about the dark side. we came to the conclusion that once you have gone you can never come back.

2 am steak and eggs.

this dude went to the bodega at least 4 times.

thanks for letting me crash at the crib. ny-friends-4-life!

xo iris

hampton beach

summer is finally here. and the water’s still cold enough to wear a wetsuit.


buick audra


dave at cinnamon rainbows hooks it up!

xo iris

middle america


in some states, passengers are allowed to drink in the car. you’re even allowed to shoot bullets out of a moving vehicle.

i got pulled over in minnesota. good thing the system was down.


the best billboard in south dakota:

“We, South Dakota, reject animal activists; FUR TRAP HUNT FISH”

xo iris

Iris and Rob’s Cross Country Adventure Day 1

Before leaving we got to say goodbye to my BFF Ryan and his pink do-rag.

Steve and I have known each other for at least a decade. I believe we met in a playground when I was 13-some sketchy shit involving illegal substances and hemp necklaces. Ask him the story, I’m sure he’d love to tell you.

Full, the FJ is the size of a porsche.

Just barely out of Boston. Those are bugs, not bird shit.

We have yet to kill each other.

xo iris

Pictures from Rob’s going away party.

Friday, we celebrated Rob’s last night in Boston before he headed out west to actually do something with his life… The night was filled with lots of drinking, cake fights, Paris Hilton, a weak roast, a dance party and ended with a late night after party at LAB. Thanks for everyone that came out and Rob I guess we will miss you- but only a little bit.

Rob & Paris – and not the Paris that got shot.

Iris, Kim & Jenna

The crowd

Ryan & Rob

Todd starting the roast.

1/2 of Team Canada & Leslie

Iris, Paris, Kim & Jenna

Matt Z. trying to keep a low profile

The Cake!

Jeff & Rob

The love birds…

For more pictures of the night click here….

love letter from palistine

Dear Rob,

by far the craziest love letter i’ve ever received.ilove.jpg iloveir.jpgiloveiris.jpg
xo iris

I Heart Barca

Barcelona is the shit.bar11.jpgBarcelona is a giant skatepark:Parallel- manual pads, ledges, and lurkersbar3.jpgthe infamous MACBAlater on..la xibeccaimg_8288.jpgManolo’s where all the 13 year old skateboarders hang.img_8257.jpgYou don’t even KNOW how I get down with tequila.img_8229.jpgcididao instigadoimg_8264.jpgLas ramblasimg_8278.jpgget on the irisbusimg_8335.jpgForumimg_8372.jpgthis was a first… this guy across the bar bought me a rose.img_8546.jpgimg_8523.jpgAfter not thanking him for 15 minutes he proceeded to buy me the whole bouquet. I should’ve waited longer.img_8539.jpgWho wants to move here with me??irisbarc1.jpgimg_8559.jpgTo check out more pictures click here.xo iris

Marseille, bouguela

I never go to France without passing through Marseille. When I was 16 I met some kids skating at Government Center who told me they had just been. The following summer I met Julien, Fabien, and Seb and we’ve been BFF since.

The count of Monte Cristo dug from his jail cell on that little island, to the city.

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Seb has all the toys. A boat and a diving permit…
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the honda DAX… they were only distributed in Japan and Europe..
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a nice crib…
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french metal…
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and one of the sickest bowls in the world.

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One half of 21 Skateshop at La Verrerie

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If you go to Marseille, hit up Michigan.
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Corinne and Banks, local surfers and professional crepe eaters
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After one drink we decided to head to Barcelona. 7 hour bus ride? Fuck it.
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Julien, t’aurais du venir, merde.
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more photos here

xo iris

Megeve, French Alps

 When you’re invited to the Alps for Valentine’s… How do you resist? You don’t.
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I flew into Geneva, which was the most unorganized airport I’ve ever been to..

Gian Paolo picked me up in his Porsche Cheyenne and brought me to Megeve.img_7266.jpg

He drove me to this crazy house his parents built out of old wood from an old farmhouse they bought…
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Mont Blanc across the valley…

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Everyone in Megeve is decked out in fur hats, fur boots, and onesies. Oh, and they only travel by horse.
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It didn’t snow, but the snowboarding was sick and my face got fried by the sun.img_7270.jpg
Thanks GP. More pics here.

Bisous, iris.