Archive for August, 2009
shawn johnson
Posted by mareadyphotography in fashion, fitness/sports on August 28, 2009
shawn was crazy easy to shoot. i mean, most times i end up looking through the photos at the end of a shoot to see which ones are usable, then i make my selects from those. but with shawn, every time the shutter opened it was a winner. and that pretty much how it’s been for shawn lately – she just can’t stop winning. she nailed down the gold on balance beam in the 2008 olympics in beijing (check out the standing backflip full twist at 2:07 – holy moly!) and just won dancing with the stars. that’s pretty much a big deal. especially when you have all that under your belt before 18. when i was 18, i was living out of a VW bus eating little debbie snack cakes and drinking half-and-half out of the carton.
check shawn’s website HERE
and her twitter HERE
- this kinda reminds me of that picture of drew barrymore from “firestarter.” except a lot less evil. and less windy. and.. ok, it’s nothing like it. but kinda.
- earlier in the day shawn went riding horses and got caught in a rain storm. got soaked to the bone. before we took these shots i asked to to throw on some jeans, so she did. after the shoot she told me the only jeans she had were the ones that got soaked. she wore cold wet jeans and never complained once. what a trooper.
- she likes to laugh and i like that. it’s a giggly and sincere laugh. it’s like… idunno – laughy.
- yowza
- aaaawwwwwwww
bmx king dave mirra
Posted by mareadyphotography in fitness/sports on August 17, 2009
’bout 10 years ago these two dudes opened up a bike/skate park near my hometown in wilmington, nc called eastwood. one of the guys was don – he could do backflips on a scooter (and not a stupid razor scooter, but the real deal, big-boy scooters); and the other guy was dave, a nice guy who completely destroyed the park on his bike. and that was that. for weeks, maybe 6 weeks, he was just dave – some really nice random destroyer. turned out that his name was dave mirra, and it turned out that dave mirra was a huge name in the bmx world. and it turns out that 10 years later his name is even huge-er. so when we met up for our shoot, we had a little reminisce-session about yesteryear and the old eastwood park in wilmington. it was good to catch up and i’m glad that dave is still destroying it.
check out dave’s site HERE
dave was telling me that he was doing rally car races now and showed me pictures of his car.
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skateboarding legend mike frazier
Posted by mareadyphotography in fitness/sports on August 15, 2009
when i first started skating i remember watching video of frazier killin the vert at the skatepark of tampa. and throughout the next 16 years, i’d bump into him at tampa, woodward or some random skate event in some random part of the country and the guy is still killin it. these days, me and frazier are both rocking the balding-buzz cuts with some scruff – so whenever i’m at woodward, there’s always 2 or 3 kids that come up to me as i’m skating by and ask if i’m mike frazier. i’ll say “yep” and sign their shirt. but i’ll actually sign it “maready rips!” and skate away. that’s a lie. well the last part’s a lie, anyway. last week when i was at woodward a campers mom asked me if i was mike frazier. i told her “sure am, can i sign your boobs?” see, that last part is a lie again. actually it was all a lie. it was really a camper’s dad and i never signed his boobs.
check out a few tidbits from the mike frazier legacy:
90’s powell peralta video of frazier completely destroying a vert ramp
20 minute fuel tv episode about frazier being on the vans warped tour
frazier gets scientific and finally admits to nasa that he needs retro rockets
krissy drier in the rain
Posted by mareadyphotography in fashion on August 8, 2009
so we’re up on the roof taking shots in the rain. it’s cold and dreary but everything looks awesome. after i think we got the goods and before she’s about to freeze to death in that itty bitty dress, i call it a wrap. we head back to the door and pull it. nope. pull it again – notta. that sucker was locked up tight. so here we are on the roof, it’s cold, raining and krissy is nearly naked. i spot some ladies smoking way over on the roof of the building next to us and i’m yelling over to them, “hey! help! we’re locked on the roof!!” and they don’t budge. they yell something back, but i couldn’t hear em. i try to get them to come over to me, but they just wave their hands and go back inside. so i hand over my umbrella and camera and start climbing down the rusty fire escape. i make it all the way to the bottom and go back through the front door and take the elevator back up. but by the time i got there, the nice ladies had come to krissy’s rescue. thanks, nice ladies.