May 15, 2012
First Time West
The Syncro idled roughly in the arrival area of Portland International Airport late Monday night. Glancing in the rear view mirror, I watched the lone police officer maker her rounds, motioning to stagnent drivers to continue their laps. I was already on my third and had little interest in making it a forth.
“Brrootherrr!!!” a deep voice echoed.
Sticking my head out of the window with hopes of spotting the origins of the thunder, I spotted a red headed man wearing a leather jacket running out of a revolving door. If the local Oregonians weren’t thrown off guard by the mohawk, the boogie board dragging behind him put them over the edge.
“Uncle TTT!” I screamed back in an equally obnoxious but unthreatening tone. Pulling the emergency break. I opened the door and ran over to meet my college roommate, Tucker.
A few months after my 18th birthday, I told an admittance officer from a small college in Maine that I would love to attend their college having never stept foot in the state. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. That fall, I made the 3000 mile trip across the country excited to see a new place and meet new people. I had never seen a lacrosse stick, heard Dispatch or watched a Red Sox game. I thought about leaving my school for a more wordly place often but my connection with Maine and a handful of close friends kept me there. I’m very glad that I did stick it out, because without that isolation and boredom, I probably never would have taken up photography or started this blog.
Despite having a relatively well traveld student body, few of my peers had ever been west of a handful of posh ski resorts in Colorado. Most people talk positively about their homes, but my experiences in New England compounded my appreciation for the west coast and the Pacific Northwest in specific. After six years of constant sales pitch resembling the late Billy Mays, Tucker finally bought a ticket west and headed west for a 10 day safari.
Flying into Portland and then out of San Francisco 10 days later, we planned to head down the coast. Call it a best of trip. It sounds easy enough, but the task of showing some one very close to you a place you love so well is a surprising daunting task. I rushed to show him places that I thought were interesting. We headed east of the Cascades, spent a few days in portland and then meandered our way down the Oregon Coast to Northern California.
Wet campfire wood.
Tucker enjoying the signature Northwest rainwater by way of this barrel. My guess is that it was in the mid 40s.
The green room.
Spring in Portland.
Things I took for granted, like Multnomah Falls or the size of the fur trees that ubiquitously dot the country side stunned Tucker. I once heard that, “In the east, man is god, but in the west, nature is god.” Now I’m not a religious person, but this mantra speaks to me as I’m sure it does to a lot of people that have experienced both Coasts. By the time I bid farewell to Tucker, I could tell that he was starting to agree.
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First Time West (Facebook).
December 13, 2011
The Impossible Project X Urban Outfitters X Yours Truly
A few months ago, Urban Outfitters and The Impossible Project got in touch with me about being part of a show in their NYC Space. As a child of the digital generation, especially with regards to photography, I have grown accustom to bracketing shots and filling up a few 16 gig flash cards on an outing. I’m a firm believer in doing new things outside of one’s habits, so I took them up on their offer. Equipped with a few hundred exposures of their 600 film and a few cameras, I documented two months on the road. Shooting with film forced me to slow down and consider each shot more. I really enjoyed it. Here are a handful of the shots I picked for the show.
Morning sesh in Malibu, CA.
OG Landcruiser, Eastern Columbia River Gorge, WA.
Rear view mirror.
Snow in Underwood, WA.
The Kern River, CA.
Tim reading in the back of the Syncro.
Shotgun in L.A.
The Klickitat River, Washington.
Wetsuits hanging to dry in Ventura, CA.
A toilet cleaner, as John calls it, in L.A.
The show will be at The Impossible Project Space, 425 Broadway 5th Floor New York New York 10013, from December 15 to January 11, with an opening reception this Thursday. I won’t be making the schlep back to New York for it, but if you’re in the area, stop by and have a look. I’m really pumped to be a part of it.
Here are some more links,
Impossible Project X Urban Outfitters,
A Restless Transplant (Facebook).
July 26, 2011
Walking into people’s homes is a look into their lives. Over the last few months I have been spending more time visiting people at their homes, photographing the things they would take if their house was burning. In addition to photographing their things, I always snap a few shots of their interiors to test the light. At first, I didn’t realize that I was taking this very similar photograph over and over again. I guess people like certain images. Here are some photos I have shot in the last few months through these open doors.
A look at Jimmy Fountaine’s, a snowboarding buddy turned hotshot fashion photographer, stacks of negatives at his West Village apartment.
The ladder up to the roof at Jen Turner’s, architect and furniture designer, Brooklyn home.
A look into Sandra Wijnberg’s, private equity wizard , Berkshire Mass home.
Having a structured visual format helps me distinguish what’s actually different. Although these photos are shot in a very similar way, they all feel very distinct. It happened subconsciously, but I’m going to run with it. It’s funny how habits arise.
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Help raise money for Veterans (Go Ruck Ascent Challenge)!
I would have gone Ape Shit if I had this electric paper airplane motor when I was a kid (Amazon).
July 19, 2011
Foc’sle in Provincetown Mass
I first met Alex in the fall of 2008 after weeks of emails and calls to him asking if we could meet and discus a potential internship with his brand, Rogues Gallery. I had no design experience but I did have a strong interest in menswear, a connection with Rogue’s aesthetic and a desire to learn. Most likely to stop the weekly calls and emails, Alex let me come down from Waterville a few days a week that fall and winter to help with odds and ends around the office. The seed was planted and based on my exposure at Rogues Gallery and getting to know people like Daniel Pepice, Jay Carroll and Aaron Levine, my life took a new path.
Alex and I have kept in close contact over the last three years. When he started at Bean in 2009, I interned and freelanced helping on various projects associated with the launch of LL Bean Signature. After leaving Maine and moving to New York, I would meet Alex for coffee when he was in town or I was up north.
Alex recently opened a gallery/antique shop called Foc’sle on Commercial Street in the East End in Provincetown, Massachusetts. Last weekend I drove up to Cape Cod for a photo shoot on a project I am working on for the Anthropologist. Stopping by one afternoon, I chatted with Alex for a few hours and poked around Foc’sle.
The shop combines the work of local artists, folk art and nautical-inspired antiques from around New England. Alex sources most of the antiques like this fish-tail hinged trunk from the 18th century, himself.
Paintings in the walkway.
Portraits of local residents by Mischa Richter.
Alex’s trusty spaniel, Ranger.
Visiting Foc’sle reminded me why I decided to hound Alex to give me an internship my junior year of college. It captures New England. If you’re ever in Cape Cod, Foc’sle is well worth a trip to Provincetown to see.
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