Posts Tagged air
every now and then i get on the other side of the lens. here are some shots of me from this summer and the talented fellow photogs who make the magic:
you know how sampson lost all of his power after delilah cut off his flowing mane? well jeff brockmeyer used to have a long, flowing mane of dreadlocks – but after they got chopped, his camera skills are as good as ever. i’ve known him for ages and every shot this guy has ever taken has been crazy good. go to his site right now and check out his stuff at jeffbrockmeyer.com
bennett weinberg was a camper at woodward learning photography. his sensei, eli phillips (at elyphillips.com) was dragging him around the camp and they ended up near me. the crazy thing was that during the first few shots he took, i snapped 4 of the plies of my board (in this shot you can kinda see one of the plies sticking out a couple inches from the back truck). but 3 were still hangin on hard so i kept at it knowing that my board was going to explode and i was going to end up a twisted pile of wreckage at the bottom of the ramp. never did. yay cape fear skateboards for making crazy strong decks.
robert burch (at robertburchphotography.com) grabbed a couple shots that came out nice
the guy is pretty nuts. i walked up to the top of the 13 ft vert ramp and saw renton pop an 8 ft no-handed frontside air like it was nothin. dude’s got mad tech tricks, too. he showed me the playback screen of a tiny camcorder and it was his feet on the board doing a kickflip 5-0 on some coping and it was kind of hard to read cause it was just feet and a board, but it looked SUPER ILL. i asked, “when’d you film that?” he said, “that was my last run.” he was holding the camera pointed at his feet and it didn’t throw him off a smidge. that’s pretty nuts, right?
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: