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i snuck down to my hometown beach, Topsail (pronounced Tops’l) Beach, where i hung with family for a spell. there was an awesome lightning storm passing through one night and i grabbed my camera to snap a couple frames.
i came back inside and sat for a while and as the storm moved on through i set up a little time lapse. it wasn’t fully thought through. i should have done it from the very beginning, and there are a couple glitches where i had to make some adjustments – but ease up on me, dude – it was late and i was on vacation. gosh.
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.
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.
whilst caroline and i were shooting in ft. lauderdale we met a guy named kevin. he looked like jeff goldblum and was an auto mechanic genius. the guy was just happy about life and about what he was doing. he just seemed happy. he wasn’t a movie star, he wasn’t mega-rich – but he was happy. i told caroline that in my mind that guy won at life. seems like i get so caught up in trying to constantly progress that after my accomplishments i never really take time to be content with what i’ve done. and while my relentless pursuit of doing bigger and better things will never stop – it’s nice to have things put into perspective every now and again. even though i’m looking into the future, i can still be happy with the present. thanks, kevin goldblum.
caroline has good reason to be happy. she’s not only smart as a whip, but she’s fairly easy to look at. you can see more of caroline HERE.
thanksgiving is a time to reflect upon the miracles of fungi-based turkey substitute and going to the beach in november.
tori and todd from wilhelmina
so my friend monte isom is a photographer and he’s always got something up his sleeve. dude kills it behind the camera and his hustle skills are just as strong. on thursday the 8th of july i got a call from monte saying he had a plan in the works. the next day i was on a plane bound for the netherlands. after hanging with customs in amsterdam for six hours or so, and after BARELY making it through with our gear (that’s a crazy story within itself), i rendezvoused with monte and hung for the night. we chilled with some of monte’s rad amsterdam peoples and afterwards got some waves, winks and kisses blown at us while on a walking tour in the red light district.
instead of hookers, we got french fries. they were a lot cheaper and less likely to have STD’s. by that time it was like 2 am, and the women of the night would stroll in and out of the deli in-between clients to order their usual meals – and it totally made me giggly when one of the ladies ordered a hot dog. i got two hours sleep that night and the next morning i was on a plane to madrid. monte’s plan was to photograph the world cup fans in the public viewing areas. he would shoot in amsterdam, i would shoot in madrid and we’d put the pictures side by side to have a fans showdown. my plane landed in madrid and i went straight from the airport to the hotel – and then straight to the plaza de colonone of the many public viewing areas packed with excited futbol fans. i was kinda loopy from no sleep, but the energy of hundreds of thousands of people crammed together kept me goin. here’s what we got: at the end of the second half, the score was 0-0. when overtime kicked in, tension was thick. the ball would get close to spain’s goalie and everybody would start freaking out – then the ball would get close to the netherlands’ goalie and everybody would scream at the top of their lungs. it was back and forth for probably 10 minutes until spain scored. the crowd went totally bonkers. it was insane. completely insane. for the last few minutes, the tension got thicker and the responses got more excited. when overtime ended and spain was still in the lead, the whole city of madrid LIT UP. it was spain’s first world cup win and the most important futbol victory in spain’s history. consider this: in america we have baseball, we have (american) football, and we have basketball. some like one, some like another, some like none. we have no unified sports pride. but in spain (like a lot of other countries) the elderly, the middle-aged, the teenagers and the kids all have a dedicated love for futbol. so you can imagine that when spain won, the city went bananas. TOTALLY – BANANAS. people were yelling, people were jumping, people were hugging and crying, and everybody was happy. i ended up in the middle of a public fountain dance party with about 20,000 happy spaniards. it was an unbelievable night and i can’t believe i was there to watch it all go down. the noise that tore through the city when spain won was the same noise that was still blasting when i went to bed at 5am. i got up 2 hours later and was pretty delirious, but managed to fumble my way to the airport to catch my flight. i must have been in a time warp because i got to nyc 5 days before my checked luggage.
yesterday’s freak heat wave almost broke a 130 year record. it just kinda snuck up on us. a humid 95 degrees is no joke – especially in this brick-oven of a city.
my makeup artist friend damion wanted to shoot some beauty with one of his male model friends named george, so i was down. last minute he was like, “i think i have a female model coming too. we’ll have them do some doubles.” i was like, “ok, cool. what are we doing for wardrobe?” and he was all, “i think we’re just going to throw them in the tub.” so that was that. BUT, as models are want to do for tests, the female model bailed. i called a model friend of mine and was like, “hey christine, so what are you doing like – right now?” turned out she was down to shoot, so she rolled out and completely crushed it. thanks, christine.
Posted by mareadyphotography in Uncategorized on January 8, 2010
this stinky bunch of rascals is my niece and nephews. they’re all fueled by goat milk. it’s pretty tolerable to get puked on by babies, but not if they’ve been drinkin goat milk. one day one of em hacked up on the bottom of my jeans, and i kind of ignored it. a few hours later i was like, “dude, WHAT is that SMELL?” and i couldn’t figure it out. every now and then i’d get a whiff of a smell that would almost curl my toenails, and i kept looking around to try and find it. another hour or so later, in some golden glance of inspiration, my eyes got big like quarters and i sat up straight and thought, “oh, no – my jeans.” i bent down to take a whiff and it was like a mangy, wet goat found it’s way to my legs about three weeks earlier, got nice and comfy, curled up and died. that stuff could make a vulture gag.
we say grace, we say ma’am – if you ain’t into that, we don’t give a damn