i flipped my lid yesterday and then caught myself flipping it and then was disappointed in myself for the following half hour. the vibes were rocky from there on out and i was generally dissatisfied so i took a time out. i rode off into the sunset, sat on my skateboard against a dusty truck dock, and called my girlfriend. im a lucky man to have such a willing and able partner in the reset process. after so much time in solo limbo, i cant possibly take a thing like that for granted. big fuckin xoxo.
all birdies, bogeys, eagles, sprinklers, popsicles, jock talk, wanna be tony hawks, dust, wax, sweat, skin and lid flipping aside, here are the photos...
we pick up where we last left off... the mitch affirmative shredding the bench that would otherwise shred us...
then i found a forest and walked around. oh that felt pretty good. already too hot for the kromer though.
then i saw hangover 2. yep. and i edited a shit ton of photos at a coffee place. then i went to graduation. but i think the following pitchers are from a diff graduation. as if that matters.
drove to fondy and traveled alongside a train with a 'glen danzig' tag
and while were talkin hooligans, check out this little porker...
on the way back to milwaukee from the home turf, it finally made sense to me why my car was vibrating so bad for 3 months. im getting good at changing tires!
so be it
on the seventh of any given month i do not skate. i sent out a text that said "i want to shoot skate photos" and got a reply from p-smurph. so i packed up the dork case and met up with some dudes at a place where that could happen. i was so intent on remembering to buy fresh batteries that i forgot to take the thing the batteries go in. why do i space out like that? maybe i need to have a system. one times out of ten i forget some crucial bit of photographic equipment. so i did the special skate photo day with one flash. dumb.
this is where i warn you that im just going to post a shit ton of photos because i took a shit ton a photos because the light was so demanding. i mean, it was super sweet down there. it did stink like hell though.
switzer farms, now offering fresh bundles of ditchweed, available by the handful for all your spot doctoring needs. not really. but thats a pretty sweet caption, right?
after a purple candle was obliterated, a wax version of homer simpson was called upon
this guy doesnt think twice. i havent been out skating with him much at all, but its clear that he is 100% mission master. thats sick.
as if it were planned out on some cosmic docket of gnar, the spot was ready to be skated just as the sun slid into the proper position. i hoped it would sort of function as my second flash. smurphs ready.
looked like one of those exhausting spots that youd not want to skate alone. when you get another dude in there it gives you a chance to catch your breath between tries.
tj with one of those distance kickflips over the hole. man, can you imagine a light laying up on the deck, lighting up those wheels? dammit!
pat, no comply to crail. i did a few at different times, and one on the 6x7...
i like this one with that front foot still tucked back
this is the winner. its all in that front foot, and i think it helps to be up higher looking down on that elaborate scene. i might have to print a big one for the wall. such a good looking move. pat murphy is a trooper.
thanks for ripping guys. not bad for the seventh.
its fun to come home to shit like this. dugans graduation balloon finally was put to rest, in proper form...
there they are - the booth st boys of 2011
mitch killing a skeeter, kipp holding the string, dugan putting in the a.c. backwards.
i did a lap through locust st days. no burritos to be found. plenty of "street photography" photo ops but i was being a sourpuss about it. this soap wall though - who could deny that? then i went to nick and hollys house where there was a post b-double-e-double-r-u-n patio party happening. i observed from the pseudo fringes, and took pictures of people. maybe i was doing what i wanted to do on the street but just in the comforts of familiar company? either way, it was a nice time.
nick and travis
good times, no doubt
taking this photo was somewhat of a nightmare, logistically. but too good to pass up.
the most beautiful dog. kind of sad and human. i am projecting maybe. still, i kind of want to cry.
dave, bonking a fs 180 onto the smallest possible landing strip of wood.
a few years ago i saw this local bmx video on the internet - some guy posted it somewhere on facebook probably and i discovered through the comments that there was a spot at this school. it looked not skatable on account of the huge cracks. it also was hard to judge the dimensions and scale due to a super shitty fisheye filming job. so we were in the area and i said fuck it, lets peep this thing before i move to reno, and it ended up being really fun. there were indeed 3 huge cracks [im assuming they are anti-skate] in the bank but if you were hungry enough, it was fully possible to barge over them and up to the top into the trick performing zone. we did just that.
dugan rode up a man, kickflipped, and came back a woman. contemporary skate trickery, realllly pushing the gnar-envelope. really though, perf trick for the spot. in fact, if you can get anything here, its a pretty huge accomplishment. two big cracks at the bottom and one in the middle. looks like a drag but the extra challenge makes skating an otherwise perfect [boring] bank super fun. its also satisfying on the "fuck you" level because we arent deterred by the cracks.
it was one of those perfect days where everyone goes at it and gets a move on the video and on the still. full satisfaction, and a new spot to boot. thats so rare. officially got me fired up to make a video. that fire has since been snuffed by a number of variables which are both in and out of my control. video schmideo.
but it would be sick to make a video
the street lab
the spot even has a bgp's 13. how sick. dave shot my one foot, which has since attained smithgrind status.
when my kicks are on the way out, its easy to get a little carried away being reckless, not maintaining the preservative measures usually in effect. the bank would shoot us down into the alley of rough ground, and a rather aggressive stopping method was required lest we crash into a retaining wall. trying to style out my heel drag stops became as fun as the bank itself. for the first time i said fuck it and went for the insole burner.
i went to oak park illinois several times in a row
we were there to shoot and print summer school id cards. thats just insult to injury.
it seemed ludicrous to spend the whole day there and travel back and forth. but i was actually getting home and being pretty fired up to get stuff done.
like one day i went out skating with dugan and mitch
kids just wanna see shit
cant say i blame them though. smitch, pretty comfy on this spot.
im not sure how he managed to not think about that pole during a noseblunt - a trick that would throw you right into a vertical ball racker if you dont lock in right. fuckin a, he really blazed this one. i could not resist this composition. especially once i realized there was a perfect little nook for the flash to sit behind. magic.
tuff titties, obviously
or maybe travis
is that a scrape job or a tropical landscape? please, someone tell me im only 13% crazy
like i said, we were shooting id photos. that means one light against a backdrop. and no posing. i really tried to take advantage of the loose format and just took the kids as they came. as they presented. it was a blast, and it felt more like a fun, honest project than work...
so good. thank you kid.
im kind of taking that seriously
on the drive home...
i stopped to talk to these guys. they had apparently taken down the wrong tree the week before and had been instructed to put it back together. weird.
crazier things have happened i suppose
heres a bit from my sketchbook describing the final journey into oak park...
"...a predawn solo mission into oak park. dramatic lightning and a talking heads soundtrack spouting the worlds most recent atrocities, corruptions, disasters and discoveries. npr, not the band. before the first toll i stopped to photograph. in front of me, a double rainbow. behind me, a fiery red dawn. a cool rain fell, the wind blew, and morning commuters raced past me. i basked for a moment that i knew would soon pass, as conditions, orientations, moods and mindsets continually do. the red on the wet surfaces of the highway and hood of my car burned, somehow illustrating simultaneously the danger and beauty of my position in time and space. a brief pause of recognition between the otherwise monotonous stretches of familiar highway travel, at 5am, when the brain and body are at odds as you reluctantly occupy and navigate that static purgatory, doing 65 behind an ever sub-par set of wiper blades..."
huey crowley lives beyond this door
possibly birds live beyond this door
there was a weekend that i went to racine. started in kenosha for a springtide show. arriving early, exploring the neighborhood...
sometimes the haphazard compositions of blind exposure tests are so much more interesting than the results of a ham-fisted order my brain tries to enforce
but you could argue otherwise
mike, thinkin pepsi?
they played a split set between a poet and another musical act. there was also the photography of a truly insane woman which i could not bare to look at. she insisted that the m.c. of the event keep urging us all to purchase her work. if i was an asshole i would have told her what i was thinking about her flower photographs.
but an asshole is the last thing you could be at a springtide show. good vibes.
on the way back to racine i stopped at a magical place
dad used to play softball here when we were kids. some real good memories of running around picking up old beer bottle caps out of the dirt, eating hot dogs, watching dads funny batting stance, and playing catch with cole. there were no hot dogs for sale but the smell of that place hasnt changed.
i have no business being here really, but that cant stop me. its good to finally be comfortable in that capacity.
so many 13s out there...
i will go to bars with you if you will go to baseball games with me
mike at dennys
you know what? i just really like taking photos. we skated the dtp.
then we climbed a tree.
i had not ever photographed in a tree before. at least not with another person also in the tree. i have no "in a tree with someone else photo" standards so everything i took ended up looking super sick.
of course it doesnt hurt that c hammerson is handsome as he is
some lady came by to yell at us but then saw that we werent little kids
15 years ago, we would climb this tree every day
how do you follow up skateboarding and a tree?
we only had 3 baseballs. cole went digging through all the trees and found 3 softballs and two more baseballs. then we tried to crank one over the fence from home plate. we got close - i hit the fence halfway up in straightaway center. hitting and catching baseballs feels super good. then we went to watch super8. see that if you can - good summer movie. so that was the epic summer day with my bro. then it was fathers day...
there were some boat races at north beach but they were delayed due to fog.
and just like everything else in life, the event was sponsored by monster. what the fuck.
no seriously WHAT THE FUCK
im an asshole. but youre interesting.
thats about right
i like both of those
man i have lost this blanket so many times now
right before a gnarly whopper swept in
when you eat pink garbage do you like to sit on the top of a pole? of course.
dude what is that
bike ride with cameras...
had to find a new spot for part 3
that aint me, but it was a good pep talk
got a text from dave "13 sunset right now"
i think one of these might work
i finally realized it was the squeegee that has been scratching my negatives
killing the milwaukee art bucket list
you think this fucking salt pile has a facebook yet?