50backflips: August 2007

8/31/07

skiptych

Desert

Freddies was all, "let's make this one panoramic." What?

Sky-scape

bits and pieces

Pace

Horse

House

Jake the daredevil jumped off this bridge into about 7 feet of water. Danger

8/30/07

beachy

so so long ago. Welcome to the website, Jake Arcularius!!!

The astronauts trained here because the landscape was very lunar. Shortly after this picture was taken, I BASE jumped into the crater. I was all, "what's astronauts and scientists. Wanna place chess or scrabble or something?"

some canyon

actually, a pretty good joke is to say to some Germans, "what's this place called again?" Or "My, this is certainly a great canyon."

8/29/07

still out in the SW, AZ or NM maybe

Maybe at the grand canyon. You know, if you go to the first entry ever on this web-site, it's also from this trip. I'm so non-linear.

Roadtrippin

I'm kind of fond of this one. NM I think. Morning probably

SW desert

Some parking lot somewhere

rescuing some Southern lady

Hi. One time I drove across the country and took a few pictures.

8/28/07

old projects

Austin Santabenez not launching in the air

Mac and Jack. This was like the finale for one of my favorite projects. The preceding picture was jack hitting his wall with a hammer. It had a caption that said something like "you hang out with weird art mogul millionaires, and they hammer holes in the wall because there's a hammer." or something like that. I had hand printed them (these are straight scans from the negative) and the out of focus, blown out face I was particularly fond of.

Thrashing about

One time, Thrasher had open applications to work there as a general editor/writer/design/photography person. I was pumped. I had just started my menial office job and wasn't too psyched really. They asked for some samples of the photography, then just a cover letter and resume. Working at Thrasher is kind of my dream job, so I was all "I'll just go for it. If I don't, I'll kick my own ass forever." (if I hadn't applied I would have forgotten about all this by now. I wouldn't still be kicking my own ass). Well, I poured my energy into writing a good cover letter with, uh, Thrasher attitude. Curse words, nihilism, and aggresion. And I bundled it up with the past 4 or so images on this website, tweaked my resume to have some curse words, and sent it in. I knew that my photography of the action skating wasn't that good, but hell, I gave it my best shot from shit I had laying around. Well, a few days later, Michael Burnett emailed me back. He's kind of the guy who does all the work at Thrasher, one of the most prolific dudes behind the lens, etc. He's also hilarious when he writes Skate articles in the mag. I'd recommend checking out any issue and just look for his byline. Anywho, he wrote back and was all "that's one of the best cover letters we got. Probably the best one. Way, way better than your pictures." Then we corresponded for a while and nothing ever happened and none of my friends are gnar dog shredder any more really, so bummer the end.

Here's what pro skate shots look like:

so sharp

So colorful and nice.

8/27/07

SF, 2004

on the mission. Austin Santabenez, Spring Break! This is one of the best skateboarding pictures I've ever taken. Also a Charlie Brown's Dad's website premier: Black and White!

My old crib

When I lived alone, well, I just took a lot of pictures of my apartment with old disposable cameras laying around. There wasn't really a lot going on there for a while. I remember going through rolls and rolls and rolls of film taking pictures of hot dogs, salads I made, and how dirty everything was. Nowadays I at least try to go on some kind of adventure to take pictures. Maybe these were just from winter time or something.

from the crypt

I moved this weekend, and found loads of old picture cd's. These are pictures of "Then New Assholes," a band comprised of old dudes who worked/lurked at Dots, my old place of employment. They played at Dunes sometime maybe a few winters ago. All my bosses were there. Those Dots people seriously knew how to party! Well, for old people anyways.

This is Mark. He was (is?) a prep cook at Dots. (no apostrophe). He is a shredder at lead guitaring.

This is Steve Wilson (same exact name as Dan's dad). He is the most depressed dude ever. He'd come in every night and pound his drink of the moment. Have like 4-10 every night. For a while they were Monopolova Greyhounds, there were beer days, etc. He was severely OCD, and grumpy. You'd ask him, "how's it goin', Steve," and he'd say "shitty." Really deadpan dude. He came alive on stage though. There was this one lyric, I don't really remember it, something about like, "eat my dump" or something. He became this huge narcissist on stage. It was pretty funny. He was a real performer.

8/24/07

experimental skate shots pt 2

I love the nollie nose donk, lighting wise it's quite close to how I'd like them to turn out. Too bad it's so clearly not a make. Not even close. Devon was making fun of himself after that one. Oh well, internet. These shredding shots came out pretty clear. If anyone is a gnar dog shredder out there looking for a photograffiti spread, holler at me.