Spent the night in NYC last weekend. Visited some friends. Spent a few hours roaming MoMA. Went to a graduation part for my buddy Brian Schroy. Here’s a gallery of excessive images from the trip.
Photos from my drive to California for another ski photo shoot. Had about an hour of the most epic light I’ve ever seen.
My first visit to the winter episode of the RG Open today at [redacted] Ski Resort—one quick run from the top of Peak [redacted] to the Bergen[redacted]. Once again Kevin Soller was victorious. Classic.
Took a day off and went to Denver for a (hit and miss) art show and a day away from the snow. Some snaps.
How do I, as a photographer, judge progress and success? Part of the inherent difficulty in judging that is rooted in the term “photographer”—what does that mean? I am an artist and won’t hesitate to use that term at the proper time. But also in my role as a photographer I am a business.
I had an unexpected midwinter down day this weekend and I tried to take advantage and get some of the terrible organizational work (which I normally leave for airport downtime or late spring) out of the way—keywording, captions and the such. It was actually a good exercise for this moment, with a bit of winter left before the park shoot season and with plenty of time to meet up with athletes I haven’t shot with enough (or at all).
I was actually feeling crappy about my winter season overall. The photography side of my life has been stagnant—ambitious shoots falling through, business deals not working out and the disappointment of a two week break (midwinter!) to deal with the flu. But as I plowed through edits and started sorting photos into sub-catalogs for submissions later in the year (lifestyle, covers, photo annual, specific stories, etc…) I realized that as an artist this has been a successful winter.
I see more of my voice in the work I’m doing. I see more photos that—whether they’re published or over looked, whether they pay the bills or not—I will cherish as documentation of my life, as an examination of a person or event, as my own interpretation of the experiences I have chosen and through those things as a piece of art that I have created.
So here’s to searching out those “A+” shots and here’s to finding a voice and to making something for ourselves.
And here are some outtakes from the second week in Austria. Not A+.
Another year, another trip to Austria with Poorboyz Productions. Although I’ve been missing Simon, Jossi and TJ we’ve had a great time with Bene Mayr and Bobby Brown. Too tired to think, but here are some travel snaps, from Sunrise in Colorado to the obligatory over-wing sunset to a snowy train ride to waking up to bluebird powder to the crew to the next storm to the next bluebird day. Fun times.
It’s been a long week and, gosh, I’ve been missing this blog’s most important contributor: me. I caught flu at the X Games and honestly haven’t been so sick since I was a teenager. The first day I felt better was like some sort of dream–I thought I would conquer the world in another day or two. Unfortunately, a week turned to weakness and it’s been hard to get back in the groove. But today, today I made strides. I actually called some people on the phone, I bought groceries, I listened to NPR, I left the house, I went to the Post Office and, perhaps more importantly, I welcomed back another sick member of my family.
Now in spite of my nerdy, technical brain I am not a huge advocate of technical ties to art. But sometimes a technique or a tool makes a synergistic leap with the brain of an artist. Stephen Shore moving to 8 by 10 after American Surfaces, Jasper Johns using wax and newspaper, Anders Petersen’s Black and White film, Jeff Wall’s light boxes, etc. But I’ve certainly had a love affair, technically with rangefinder cameras–I miss dearly my Mamiya 7 with its huge negatives. In the digital age, I’ve used a Leica M8 which unfortunately I destroyed by dropping a Canon 1ds on it (geek out about that collision as you wish…) Finally yesterday, I got the M8 back from Leica and although I plan on trading it in for an M9 soon, it was a joy to welcome it back into my hands and my brain today. More bloggy shots to follow as I carry that little camera and leave the house as I get my strength back.
Also, watch this video: Rodarte x Elle Fanning x Deerhunter x Todd Cole. Perfect.
Some shitty test shots while I ran errands:
Friends, sun, blondes, costumes, In-n-Out, volleyball, sand, Sara’s, Moondoggies, dancing, good times, laughs, t-rex arms, Yard, Mobile Mac Fix, etc. Not much more to say about this exceptional pre-season weekend.
Oh dear X Games. Every year something new and so much the same. This year, 18 hour days, off days (unheard of), portraits for Monster Energy, falls, beautiful shots, stock shots (that I hate myself for taking), disappointments and champions (Sammy and Alex). But I also caught Influenza (or something similar) and since Sunday at midnight I have: lost about 10 pounds, barely eaten, worn long underwear with multiple layers of sweats over them, ingested vast amounts and types of pharmaceuticals, coughed a bunch, taken one trip out of the house to Walmart for those drugs and done basically nothing. This morning I woke up, without a fever, and was able to have breakfast and even put on normal clothes.
So the next couple of days are dedicated to catching up on some other things. Here are a few photos from my friends build a float for Breckenridge’s Ullr Fest parade and from a amazing week of powder shredding that went down following the parade (five feet of snow in one week!).