Nate, Neilba, Jean Paul and Old Chum head to a Vancouver session.
11/30/09
11/28/09
11/27/09
Light test
I never seem to go to this spot until it's freezing cold. Here Nathan B. retrieves an errant board.
11/25/09
NY randoms
Not a Halloween costume.
If you look close you can see someone shooting a picture of me.
Hard town.
Times Square Elmo spotting.
There was no side door.
Stayed at the hotel where they filmed this.
11/21/09
11/20/09
Poser
I went into Showdown today and Dustin gave me a 4Q shirt.
So stoked!
However, I now have this overpowering urge to rush over and hangout in the parking lot of the Whyte Avenue Tim Hortons.
I really like going to Showdown. It reminds me of when I started skateboarding and skateboarding wasn't cool. A small shop on the wrong side of the tracks. So awesome. However, I always feel like a scum-bag when I go in because I never end up buying anything. I'm scared of tattoos and I'm so picky about gear that I always just browse around. (I also blame Mastrovito for always beating me to the size large Low Card shirts.) Anyway, thanks Dustin.
This is the last free shirt I got. Nathan showed me the original graphic as he was working on it. I was so stoked on it that I kept going into Famous and asking about it. I think Suggitt gave me one so I'd stop bothering them. I've been wearing this shirt for years. I think I'm going to start bugging them right now to re-issue it.
So stoked!
However, I now have this overpowering urge to rush over and hangout in the parking lot of the Whyte Avenue Tim Hortons.
I really like going to Showdown. It reminds me of when I started skateboarding and skateboarding wasn't cool. A small shop on the wrong side of the tracks. So awesome. However, I always feel like a scum-bag when I go in because I never end up buying anything. I'm scared of tattoos and I'm so picky about gear that I always just browse around. (I also blame Mastrovito for always beating me to the size large Low Card shirts.) Anyway, thanks Dustin.
This is the last free shirt I got. Nathan showed me the original graphic as he was working on it. I was so stoked on it that I kept going into Famous and asking about it. I think Suggitt gave me one so I'd stop bothering them. I've been wearing this shirt for years. I think I'm going to start bugging them right now to re-issue it.
11/19/09
11/16/09
Under the Bridge
Of course I made the pilgrimage.
This was way harder to skate than I'd imagined. I've never pushed harder in all my life and I still could only hit the lowest pillar.
Guess I hit it up just in time.
11/13/09
Brooklyn Bridge
When I'm on vacation I refuse to carry a camera that won't fit in my pocket. Every once in a while the huge limitations of a point and shoot camera yield some cool results.
Looking down on the Brooklyn Bridge.
Looking up.
Looking down on the Brooklyn Bridge.
Looking up.
11/12/09
Keegan
Here's a pic of Keegan Callahan that was in the last issue of SBC.
This spot is kinda crazy. I kept a large rock beside me the whole time just in case I had to persuade any of the drunks, drug dealers, or gangsters that streamed by, that they should leave my camera alone. Thankfully it never came to any crackhead bludgeoning. I'd like to think my intimidating rock had something to do with this, but honestly it was because Keegan has this crazy ability to totally disarm people. Every time a would-be thug would approach us, Keegan would be introducing himself and chatting them up before they ever had a chance to consider something nefarious.
This spot is kinda crazy. I kept a large rock beside me the whole time just in case I had to persuade any of the drunks, drug dealers, or gangsters that streamed by, that they should leave my camera alone. Thankfully it never came to any crackhead bludgeoning. I'd like to think my intimidating rock had something to do with this, but honestly it was because Keegan has this crazy ability to totally disarm people. Every time a would-be thug would approach us, Keegan would be introducing himself and chatting them up before they ever had a chance to consider something nefarious.
11/11/09
F you Flu
While I've actually completed the monumental task of moving, I haven't even really started the task of "moving in". While being sick hasn't helped, my lack of unpacking probably has a lot more to do with my enormous propensity for sloth. My continuing life in a cardboard box filled apartment reminded me of an exhibit I saw during a recent visit to the Museum of Modern Art.
There was this exhibit where an artist displayed the complete contents of his mother's tiny house. The exhibit was called Waste Not and it was crazy.
The mother kept everything and it was all neatly organized and laid out on the floor around the frame of the house.
Old balled-up little pieces of soap, a lifetime plastic bottle collection, she kept everything.
Here's my version. I've never looked at my belongings with more loathing than after I hauled it up three flights of stairs and stacked it in my new living room. I really wanted to set fire to everything.
There was this exhibit where an artist displayed the complete contents of his mother's tiny house. The exhibit was called Waste Not and it was crazy.
The mother kept everything and it was all neatly organized and laid out on the floor around the frame of the house.
Old balled-up little pieces of soap, a lifetime plastic bottle collection, she kept everything.
Here's my version. I've never looked at my belongings with more loathing than after I hauled it up three flights of stairs and stacked it in my new living room. I really wanted to set fire to everything.
11/7/09
11/2/09
Photo Ghoul
When I was in Showdown Tattoo and Skateboards the other day Dustin mentioned that he pictured my work day consisted of basically driving around waiting to take pictures of dead bodies.
I was thinking about this the next day as I sat in the lobby of an apartment building across from an armed hostage situation. After getting into the building the police lines were moved and I was left stuck inside with some very nice and very "special" people for eight hours. The whole event was maybe 45 minutes of very hectic photo taking followed by endless hours of waiting for anything at all to happen.
I think it's pretty funny that the guy in cartoon bothering the photographer appears to be me or maybe Woody Allen.
I was thinking about this the next day as I sat in the lobby of an apartment building across from an armed hostage situation. After getting into the building the police lines were moved and I was left stuck inside with some very nice and very "special" people for eight hours. The whole event was maybe 45 minutes of very hectic photo taking followed by endless hours of waiting for anything at all to happen.
I think it's pretty funny that the guy in cartoon bothering the photographer appears to be me or maybe Woody Allen.
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