It's lauded as one of the most brilliant business moves of the last 8,000 years or so behind digging down for black stuff in the earth and filling little yellow cakes with cream that will never rot. It was called MySpace, and Tom, the ever-lovable creator, made off with a cool $580 million before the whole thing went up in flames. 

He's a rich dude, but doesn't sit on his ass counting 20s in a bathtub made of gold all day wasting time like most of us would probably choose to do. He's taken on a new role behind the lens (and has being doing so for many years), as a worldly photographer hitting sites only reachable to common folk by Google Maps.

And fuck, is he good.