I recently was asked to shoot a new collaboration between two brands I highly respect, Leica and Peak Design. If you know me, it's no secret that I'm a huge fan and user of Leica cameras and lenses. Peak Design has been producing bags and camera accessories for a few years now, and their products are well researched, with real input from photographers. When these two companies decided to produce a limited edition bag together, I knew it was going to be a slam dunk.
Recently had the opportunity to work with my friends over at Wool & Prince again, this time to photograph actor/adventurer/activist, Jens Rasmussen. I met Jens on a brisk, foggy morning at the North Brooklyn Boat Club, an awesome canoe & kayak organization that he helped found. Not a bad way to spend a morning...
Recently had a chance to work with The Atlantic on an advertorial campaign for their client, Porsche on the science behind thrill seekers. I photographed James Lee wakeboarding in New Jersey. See the full article on The Atlantic's site here.
When you get the chance for a last minute trip to Croatia, you say YES.
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My first stop on the trip, and furthest south along the Croatian coast, Dubrovnik has recently garnered quite a bit of attention for it's heavy use as the setting of King's Landing in the HBO series, Game of Thrones.
Featuring a gorgeous, walled, old city, this town plunged me deep into Croatian culture and history right away. Winding stone streets and alleyways gave way to hidden courtyards and stunning vistas - on the second day I found a hole in the city wall, walked through and found myself at a hidden bar, perched among the rocks and crashing waves.
On the second evening in town I went up the hillside above the town to the old napoleonic fort to take in sunset. Although the tram wasn't running due to high winds, I made friends with a British couple and shared a taxi to the top. I opted to hike down in the dark since it was almost a full moon and why the hell not?
On my last day in town I took a boat over to the island of Lokrum for the morning to walk amongst the pines and olive trees that grow all over. Then it was off to my ferry (which became my preferred form of transport) to start my island hopping.
This quiet little island quickly became my favorite. One of the smaller towns I went to, it's historic old town was surrounded by a beautiful promenade with plenty of oceanside dining, and stairs down to water which seemed to never quite make up it's mind about being a shade of blue, green, purple or pink.
Although it rained the next morning, I wandered through the town, and sat down on some steps under an old bridge to read my book and wait for the rain to pass. I had the perfect Croatian lunch, a plate filled with fish, olives, marinated vegetables of all kinds, capers, and of course, lot's of bread. It was a quick stopover, but left quite an impression.
Hvar Town is actually known as a party town, but I decided to forgo all that and take the first day out of town. I'd heard that the nearby town of Stari Grad and the adjacent Stari Grad plain are UNESCO Heritage sites, so I wanted to check them out. I opted to rent a bike and get some exercise and although the total trip wasn't a great distance (about 50km roundtrip), it was up and over a mountain pass, making for quite a bit of work. It was worth it: the views were spectacular and both sides of the road were covered in lavender fields, making the air smell incredible as my ears filled with the humming of bees. In Stari Grad, I walked my bike through olive groves, and hiked up the mountain overlooking the town to get a good view of the plains.
On my second day in Hvar Town I went for the activity most people were up to: lounging on the beach and swimming in the water. Although most of the beaches around the islands are actually pebble beaches, almost everyone is happy to rent you a beach lounger. I saw a ton of people walking around town with what I thought were yoga mats, but it turns out it's what people use to lie on at the beach.
The furthest island west, and one rich with history, Vis was the perfect last stop before my eventual journey home. On the night I got in, the Croatian national soccer team was playing a match in the Eurocup against Spain. It seemed like everyone in town, from kids to grandmas to even dogs were dressed in the iconic red and white checkered jerseys of the national team. I ended up watching the match with a bunch of locals in an outdoor pizza parlor with a giant flatscreen hastily rigged up to the pole outside. Luckily, they won and everyone was in good spirits that night.
On my last full day in Croatia I rented a scooter from my apartment's owner and drove across the island to the town of Komiza. From there, I jumped on a boat to another boat, and ventured into the famous Blue Cave. Light enters the cave by bouncing under a few holes in the rocks, illuminating everything in the perfect Adriatic blue.
Continuing on around the island on my scooter, I cooled off at Stiniza beach, an incredibly beautiful cove, secluded from the general thoroughfare and only accessible by a steep trail down from the road or by boat. Floating in the water, lying in the sun on the rocks and drinking an ice cold beer from the nearby stand seemed like the perfect last day.
Finally, on the road back, I stopped by an old wine shop for one last glass of Croatian red, and one last plate of the famous octopus salad. I scootered back into town at sunset, grabbed my bags and jumped on the ferry to Split for a quick night's sleep before an early flight home.
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Wanted to share a few images from a recent shoot with clothing brand Wool & Prince.
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I decided to pick up the Mountain Collective pass this year and try out a few new resorts I’ve never been to. At the top of my list? Sun Valley, Idaho. The snow is killer this year and I’d also been dying to see the town where Hemmingway made his home at the end of his days.
Ketchum is the perfect size. I scored a hotel in town, which made walking everywhere easy. On my first morning after a late flight, I opted to head to The Kneadery for some of the best breakfast around. After some crazy sriracha eggs benedict, hash browns, one of their famous blueberry muffins and many cups of coffee, I was ready to take on the world, or maybe a nap. After a little more exploring, I hit up The Board Bin and got a great board setup and was ready for the mountain.
I scored with the weather on my two days at Sun Valley Resort. The first day was a perfect blue bird day, and I actually had to open up all my vents to cool down. Not only that, but the snow was soft, no ice to be found, and literally every single run was wide open and killer. No worry about crowds on a mountain this big.
On day two I woke up to a few inches of fresh with more coming all day. I spent the morning over on Dollar Peak, checking out the terrain parks and half pipes. The snow was calling me back to Baldy Peak in the afternoon, so I hopped a quick shuttle (they’re all free!) and was heading up the gondola in no time at all. A bunch of afternoon tree runs later and I was seriously in need of some aprés.
There are no shortage of options in Sun Valley for kicking back and having a few drinks. I started at the River Run Lodge where there’s usually a good crowd and local band rocking out. I also became a fan of Lefty’s, not only for their great selection of beers and awesome mug setup, but it was also right across the road from my hotel - bonus for that quick nap.
Once fed, rested and ready to head out for the night, I would head down to the main street in town to scope the scene. On more than one occasion I found myself ending the night at Whiskey Jacques where the crowd was rowdy, the music was local, and the beers were cold.
I still can’t believe that was all in just three days! Seeing the town, the views, and chatting up the locals has me itching to come back to check out the summertime action as well. I’ll definitely be back soon, Sun Valley.
Note: This blog post was part of a sponsored campaign with Visit Sun Valley.
2015: What a year! I wanted to do a VERY quick wrap-up of some of the highlights from the year, using a few of the photos I grabbed along the way.
Thanks for hanging with me in 2015! See you in 2016.
For the final post about the Passport Express voyage, I wanted to highlight the experience of traveling by Amtrak across the country. Throughout the course of the two week trip, we ate, slept, photographed, chatted, danced, and lived in between our observation car and sleeping car.
Sure, there wasn't a ton of space, and climbing over my poor roommate Phil's face every night to get to the top bunk was probably not his favorite part of the trip, but the close quarters forced us into an intimacy that's hard to convey. Like air travel, you're in a confined space, but unlike air travel, there's a freedom to move about, to explore, and to engage. At any given time I could be in my bunk/cabin, sometimes alone or talking with Phil, sit in the observation car quietly alone with my thoughts watching the world go by, or, engage with one of the 34 other passengers. This included good chats, sharing stories, sharing photos, sharing drinks, sharing hugs, and sometimes, sharing crazy dance parties that lasted until too late at night.
One of the most amazing things about train travel is also what you see. Just staring out the window was a mesmerizing experience. Often the train would go where no roads would, allowing us peeks at slices of different places. Many of us left our cameras permanently in the observation car, ready to be picked up at a moments notice as the scenery zoomed by.
Although one of the main draws of the Passport Express trip was the concept of crossing America by rail, we had several waypoints along the way. Over the course of the trip, we spent 2-3 days each in the cities of Chicago, Minneapolis/Saint Paul, Whitefish (Glacier National Park), and Portland (Mt. Hood). In each location, we visited museums, vista points, libraries, restaurants, explored outdoor areas and generally got lost.
Each location had it's own charm, and I won't bore you with all the details, rather try and show you with a few photos from each place.
Whitefish, MT - Glacier National Park
Portland - Mt. Hood