DIE fokken ANTWOORD !!! There's a few ways to get free tickets to a music festival as a photographer. You can try and submit a written proposal along with your credentials or get a magazine or company to back you. Or perhaps you have some great friends in high places that can hook you up with VIP tickets or media passes. But the '(m)ake it till you make it' way is my favourite. You hop a couple unnecessary fences into a forest, traverse a cliff, hop a river and dodge a footpath before you walk past security like you own the place. With a bit of luck you'll be rewarded with front row seats like this. Here's a shot of NINJA (@zef_alien) of@dieantwoord after accidentally kicking my camera. #pembyfest
Our last resort, was our best resort. Pat Curren.
Lay it all on me. Pro Surfer Shannan Brown.
Pat Curren synching up with nature.
I spent the past week hanging out with 20 year old, San Clemente, pro surfer, Kevin Schulz before, during, and after his win at the Rip Curl Pro Tofino. For most of the locals in town, this was their first time witnessing Kevin’s light footed style, and for many, that was when they threw in the towel.
I think it's pretty rad when you can take an activity, or sport and turn it from what feels like a chore into something somewhat enjoyable. I use to hate #hiking, let alone walking on the fucking sidewalk. I didn't get to snowboard, or bike down, or scare the shit out of myself, and therefore my endorphins weren't firing like they were suppose to. It didn't make sense. But I started hiking because a cute girl got me into it, (still do it for her company) then I did it for the beers and burger after, or the fact food and fireball taste so damn good at 6900 ft. but now I do it for the fire lookouts. Recently I've started to hike alone, and fast, like I'm trying to get it over with (I am). Can't wait till I simple enjoy hiking as is, instead of doing it for the reward system. Is that possible?! #StockholmSyndrome #pnw
“Price Is Right” rule. Camping is great because you lose track of time. With 4:30 sunsets (#GoldenHour) you fall asleep early and wake when you please. I think this is because all screens are out of service, out of country or dead. But sometimes you camp with that one asshole who has a working phone. They check the football score every 15, and then tell you the time even though you didn't ask. Therefore, breaking your timeless zen state. In this scenario my favourite game to play is “Guess What Time It Is!” Right before he tells you the time, everyone takes a stab at the current time. Closest to the time wins!
Sorry guys, but the #GoldenHour is a hoax. The real secret is to wait for the sunset to disappear. Then you’ve got about 15 minutes of drastically changing, super soft, natural, @Gucci, light that will light your model like an angel. When you combine the race against time and the excitement of a nude body, that’s when the magic happens. But, the real, real secret, is to learn how to shoot in all lighting scenarios...
This year, my family has opted out of exchanging presents and instead we are having a #PoliticalChristmas as my mom would rather have everyone donate $50 to the Syrian Refugees. Heck yea! But if you're still buying something for your loved ones, have a look at one of my hand signed 1 of 20 edition prints.
Smashed a bag of ice over some IPA's then called them IcePA's. #35mm #film #protip
Stole the bible and found god. Not true, but when I was in art school I got busted stealing a @redbull and some sushi from Whistler Mountain's cafeteria and got barred for 2 years. Somehow I still made it up the gondola without a pass, but that’s another story. I was broke in many ways but wanted to find some peace and quiet, so I went to the Chapters and stole this little yellow and red book called “Zen & The Art of Happiness”. I read it on the shitter everyday. A couple weeks later, after having a beer in the #darkroom, I went to Whole Foods with a buzz and stole some almonds and candied salmon. Two undercover security guards grabbed me on the way out. I was thrown in a holding cell at the cop station where they scared me pretty good, in a good way. They told me that my dreams of travelling as a #photographer would be crushed if I was ever caught again. That night In the cell was my first experience #meditating. I realized I sucked at stealing and never stole again. #UnapologeticApologies #WakeUp #film
Yeap, no waves here...
Have you ever played the game #RoseAndThorn? Every weekend after a #camping/ #surftrip we all say ''rose and thorn'' like a hundred times, then one at a time we share our shittiest moment of the trip and the best one. So, I'll got first! My Thorn of the trip was leaving the beach just as the waves were getting jumbo and clean. My Rose of the trip was super gluing a loonie (Candadian $1 coin) to the floor of the ferry and watching people fail to pick it up.
While on the road I read a LIFE photo essay called "LIFE With Rock Stars... and Their Parents". It showed my favourite artist like Joe Cocker, David Crosby, Eric Clapton and Grace Slick forever immortalized with their families. I loved it. The artists removed from the stage, standing in their folks living rooms with outdated clothing and wallpaper. In a way, I felt like I had accomplished the same idea by spending two weeks documenting Logan and his Family and Friends. Then I realized I had no 35mm bxw prized photos of own family. When I got back to my computer I ended up changing my flight out West to stop over in my hometown of Oakville, Ontario, for 24 hours so I could photograph my mom and grandparents pretending to get tubed.