February 17 2016

Through the Looking Glass: A Future Eyes Staycation with Brent Pearson

Los Angeles-Room Report
Ah, the staycation, that idyllic escape amid the everyday. Whether you’re dealing with stress, fatigue, malaise, or ennui, staycations offer a reset without the extreme exertion of a vision quest or the hazy brain of an acid trip.

Recently, Brent Pearson—LA-based mystic/time traveler/experiential artist/inventor of our favorite kaleidoscopic eyewear, Future Eyes—dropped in on The Standard, Downtown LA for a weekend-long, birthday staycation, and we asked him document his visions in pictures and words.

Sure enough, amid the delirious skyscrapers of downtown, Brent and his far-out friends found rejuvenation. They made a fort. They lazed on the roofdeck looking through kaleidoscopic crystals. They even made the acquaintance of a mysterious fashion muse of highly advanced style. 

Should you find yourself in need of a spur-of-the-moment staycation, use our app One Night Standard. Your portal to a more interesting world is always just a few taps away. Oh, and be sure to bring your Future Eyes along for the ride. 


"Future Cures" by Brent Pearson of Future Eyes
Tziporah Salamon predicts, “Darling, we are going to help each other realize our dreams. Everything is a synchronicity.” She takes my hand in hers. Were walking through The Standard, Downtown LA having met less than 24 hours ago in front of the elevator.

She’s wearing a 1920s Chinese two-piece silk suit, and sounds like she comes from another dimension. “Come to my room,” she says, “We’ll take a bath together.” “Okay,” I say, and now we
re arm-in-arm and shes looking through my kaleidoscope glasses and laughing: “Fabulous, darling, marvelous!

The Standard
The Standard
The day before, we were on the rooftop. Two boys were sitting alone, a warm LA breeze playing on their exposed skin. They, too, love looking through our kaleidoscopes, jumping into the pool, seeing rainbows: its happy hour. Later, we go down to the room for truffle fries and mac & cheese. It’s healing to be taken care of: soft, crisp white sheets tucked in, fresh folded towels. We tie the sheet to the ceiling, call it a fortress, a sacred sanctuary.

On the roof the next day, theres a little girl with a mermaid tail. Tziporah is there, making her way into the Chinese New Year, dressed in all blue. She’s a fashion thoroughbred: her mother was a seamstress, her father was a tailor. She’s now 65 in human years: a starlet of Advanced Style. Tziporah was born with kaleidoscope eyes and her mission is to heal fashion. She says she found us in a bubble bath of the future where ladies are living outside of time, ageless, in red fabrics. 
The Standard
The Standard
The Standard
The Standard
When the glasses break, Conor makes a monocle and we get a new angle on how to be together, in the fort or the shower. We have a dance party because they say laughing cures everything. When the sun reflects through the glasses, it makes beautiful rainbows on the walls, on our skin. We imagine all the cures to come: more chicken and waffles, kissing instead of checking phones, chocolates, magic made from past accidents, and lovely rooms to cure the winter blues. 
The Standard
The Standard
Photographer/Writer
Geneviève Medow-Jenkins