At first, Hannah and I struggled to ‘get’ Portland. She landed before me, fresh from a jaunt in Hawaii and a few days playing in San Francisco. As I sat at LAX, waiting to board my flight, a text with lots of exclamation marks popped up on my phone. Hannah described the city as ‘all fir trees and mist!’. She’d checked into our room at the Ace Hotel and was off to explore. A few hours later when I, the weary traveller, arrived, she thrust a bright pink box into my hands: Voodoo Donuts. Mmm, what a welcome.
Over the next three days we tried to figure the place out. Who lived here? Where did they hang out? What did they do when the sun went down? Hannah charted our course; little stars on a map signifying a bar, vintage store, or tattoo parlour we just had to check out. We hopped on our bikes and made our way across, around, over and above ol’ Portland town. We talked to its people, ate at its restaurants, listened to its bands, patted its dogs and picked its raspberries. We met super friendly folks at Beam & Anchor, Yo Vintage!, Kinfolk, Coava, Backtalk, Lowell (thanks for the coffee!) and got the good vibes at Liberty Glass, Sweet Hereafter, Gravy, Powell’s Books, Doug Fir and the Farmer’s Market. Each street we rode down and each cocktail we sipped helped us fall for the place just a little bit harder. By the time we collapsed into an airport taxi (after an epic all night-er) Portland had well and truly made its mark and secured a spot in our hearts.
35mm film developed and scanned by Richard Photo Lab in Hollywood. Thanks!