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Still no digi cam, so sOrry abOOt that. I've been in Whistler for a few days shooting portraits of some very nice young skiers. We had good weather, good times running and dancing and being crazy all night (thanks Shaun and Stephanie and Grete and Rory and Sarah and Jessica and...), relaxing days, incredible Veggie Benedict and epic late night veggie burgers.

I also got to check out the notorious photographer showdown, and see 5 slideshows. I personally was extra inspired by every one of them, so many cool experiences captured and shared. The place is always packed and sitting with tons of friends, seeing other friends and familiar places one the big screen is great. Its really fun to me to debate the judging and as usual I disagreed with the outcome. But then again, its the beauty of photography - one persons vision is all that matters (except that I'm ignoring that a lot of the images were shot for companies so, that's a part of it too.)

I'll say that my 2 favorites were Jeff Curtes, who's been everywhere and has a feel for intimate reportage that translates from his personal work to his work for the big B, and Nick Hamilton. Nick's technical ability and the detail he puts into the photos from start to print is something I strive for. And he fucking killed the editing and music side of putting together a slide show. Nice work to everyone though.

Aside from that, I'm happy to be on the way home even if I have no flight and I'm stuck in something called the Maple Leaf Lounge in the Vancouver Airport. Good thing I hauled ass on my way to the airport thinking I was gonna be late for my flight...

OK. Love to the internets. I'm out.

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My little digi camera was left behind, in a friends car. So for the time being, only words for the internet. Plenty of time to write as I fly coast to coast last week - Santa Cruz - and this week - Whistler. If anyone is going to be in Whistler this week, lets have a cup 'o coffee, some sushi and let me shoot your portrait. OK?

This week I had tickets to 4 different rock shows in the city. Didn't make it to a single one. Lame. Friday out in Manhattan with the ladies from Ford, Megan, and a bunch of randoms. Morning movie, Babel. Saturday Brunch at St. Helens. Avocado Toast - all time, epic yet simple. Americano, 2 lumps sugar, splash 'o milk. Perfect cure for the last hang over for a few months. Saturday night at home with the computer. Sunday continuing the working, invoices and marketing and editing, and watching it rain on the flowers in the garden behind my apt.

And a poem, from me, to myself - I'm off to splash in the rain and have brunch.

Things I believe to be true.

Have you crossed the Mississippi
Sun setting below?
Midwestern fires burn trash and brush of the past
I'm above protected by air and speed
Whiskey on the rocks
I never sleep anymore
But when I do
I still find enough fear
To run away and chase

Have you burned someone lately?
Spring is the time for fires
To invite green sprouts and new shoots
Why is it so hard to ask
At this age
I'd love differently
And probably hate you

Have you gone down?
Drop into the clouds
Let them slip around the body
Fly past the window
Headphones play your song not mine
I could re-read each page
For the rest of my life
And be left with the same ending

Have you lived my life?
The way I cry
The edges of orange that let
My eyes tell my brain
What is on fire
I find the road again
I know know no
Outside only the lights of San Francisco
I want to be with you tomorrow
And until the end.

Currently listening : 23
By Blonde Redhead

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5 days, 2 blizzards, models throwing up, lost people, cancelled flights, dance clubs with multiple levels, 5 hours and 50 rolls of film, photo shoot done.

Whoa kids, pictures can't even tell the story but my brain aint working so check it out. And next time, we're partying the night AFTER the shoot not the night before. FYI, in bed at 4 AM - Shaun and I were up and ready to go at 7 am, even if the models weren't there till 2 PM.

Huge thanks to Larry and Shaun and Ryan and the ladies and Guillame Brochu and snow and freezing cold Canada.

Quebec City style:







Girls, out of control breaking shit with the lights on:





We're ready, where you at?





More tired and ready to pass out than ever before:



Give me a minute with the menu...

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A visit to my former home of Breckenridge shooting photos for a couple of magazines. Some random digi cam shots, but I cannot wait for the film shots, oh man. Ribs are painful with bruise shaped like my little Canon camera that was in my chest pocket when I dove face first off a rail. Whoops...

X-Games gold-medalist, plus goofy thug wear and mini skis:


Texas suitcases:


On the way to the gondola, not sure why she couldn't keep up later in the day:


Don't forget your leash! Oh, and sorry again Misty for all of us blazing away without you:


Fisher rips on mini-skis:


Irony, noun, a state of affairs that seems deliberately contrary to what one expects and is often amusing as a result. Those guys behind Fish? Not in on the joke:


G-Unit!!!:


Me, in front of dance party, liftline and the cops:


Thanks for the outfit Chad:


Mini-ski expert on the s-rail:


The End.

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My sis (Patti) and neice (Emily) visited me in New York last week, some photos of the tourist travels.

View from the Empire State Building:


Us:


Em:


Bird:


Times Square:


Waiting for Lion King to start:

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