Jake lives with a bunch of college kids in a really old house that looks a lot bigger on the inside than it does from outside. I guess it's a farm-house architecturally and it doesn't seem to have been updated in the last few rounds of real-estate insanity. There are many nooks and crannies and I really like it because you can't tell it's 2009 in there. It could be 1946 for all anybody knows. No TV. No internet stations. No contemporary lamp-shades or anything. It seems like a pretty bro place to take pictures for these reasons. We were chilling there one night having a camp fire in his fire-place and just being creeps, and I guess we creeped out Jakes college friends. And that's why my friends are my friends. We're grumpy old ass-holes who hate the next generation.

Hence the moody black and white shots I guess.

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