Archive for August, 2012

reflection pool

while i was in miami i called katherine villari, one of my favorite models, and asked her if she’d be down to shoot a late night video. i had a vision of what i wanted: dark, contrasty black and white video of katherine in the pool set to operatic music. katherine has a certain air of mysterious elegance, and i knew she would be perfect for what i was after. when she was on her way over, i did a quick scout of the pool to brainstorm. by the time she showed up, i had a loose storyboard in my head and was ready to roll. of course, katherine nailed my vision and after a quick two hours of filming, i knew i had what i needed. i flew home the next morning, and by the time i landed in NY  i had it all chopped up in final cut – and by the afternoon it was ready to show. it’s cool when a last-minute idea materializes so quickly.

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kitty hawk kites in OBX

here are some pictures i recently shot for kitty hawk kites in the outer banks of north carolina. kitty hawk kites is kind of an amazing operation. they have a bunch of retail stores and provide a laundry list of activities, tours and adventures. wanna buy a superbad kite (or a cute ladybug kite for your kid)? no problem. wanna go kayaking? got it. wanna go jet-skiing? yep. wanna see some dolphins or wild horses? uh huh. wanna fly over 2,000 ft. in the air on a hang glider? easy greasy.

 

me power kiting on jockey’s ridge

i had my little brother drive up and assist me on this job. when we were done, my brother wanted to come to nyc for a while, so i rented a car and we drove back together. after the long drive, i didn’t want to deal with nyc parking. when i saw this parking spot only a block away from my apartment, i went in for the kill. about halfway through the 96-point-turn, a guy walking by on the sidewalk said, “ain’t no way in hell you’re gettin in that spot.” guess he didn’t know how tired i was.

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lost in translation

i came across these pictures in my archive and thought they deserved some airtime. this is saruse. we could barely understand each other, but that’s not saying much because people who grew up speaking english can barley understand me sometimes.

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