Summer's Gone for Ditto Vintage

This series of photos was taken at the end of summer 2018 with my stylist Jessica Schuyler and model Nicole Ruzicka. The idea was to showcase Jess’s most recent collection for Ditto Vintage in her hometown of New Hope Pennsylvania. Mixing multi-exposure imagery with editorial style photography was a blast and I definitely hope to work on more projects like this in the future!

Details: Thinking About Brooklyn

Brooklyn is truly one of my all time favorite places to wander around. A few months ago we decided to go on a little stay-cation in Brooklyn based around all of our favorite things: food, bikes, books and beer (what else do you need?). We also got the chance to see Boygenius; they were out of this world. I didn’t take many photos but its always nice to have a few mementos.

Below, I have embedded a map of all of the places that we wanted to visit. We made it to most but didn’t hit every single one. Absolute standouts to me include Deluxe (Always #1, R.I.P NY Shop), Lella Alimentari, Grimm Artisanal Ales, and Spoonbill Books. Until next time Brooklyn.

Summer's Early Sun

Well I left here in my sleep when I was dreaming
Miles and miles away
Into a place, my heart was scheming an escape
That love drew from me
And I met you on the corner of the seasons
Out of winter's reach and into summer's early sun
You were the moon.

-An excerpt from Lighthouse by Adrianne Lenker

Inspiration: Goldwin x Geoff McFetridge

Geoff McFetridge is one of my all time favorite artists and this video by Goldwin is a beautifully strung together series of clips showing how seamless the transition between art and casual sport can be. Looking at sport as an artistic expression is something that has interested me since I first picked up a skateboard in elementary school. This relationship is something that I intend on taking a much closer look at in 2019.

Out and About

A few months ago, I headed into the city to catch up with my good friend, talented musician and all around excellent human, Jonny Drucker. I hopped on my trusty single speed ripper and he had his board in tow. We spent the day trolling around Philadelphia from City Hall to Fermentary Form. It was a glorious day filled with casual cruising, good conversation and delicious brews. Until next time.

They Came From The Past

I was looking through a few old rolls and stumbled across these photos from Whistler Blackcomb taken in March of 2014. These photos are not only special to me because Whistler was one of the most beautiful places I have ever been but also because they were so pivotal in sucking me into the vortex that is analogue photography.

I had accidentally underexposed the whole roll and when I got the photos back I was so disappointed; I was expecting crisp blacks and clear blues from an epic week in the mountains and instead got these hazy washed out snaps. I put them aside and didn't think much more about it. 

A few months later I posted the title image on my Tumblr at the time and someone commented that it looked like a vintage postcard. Surprised by the positive feedback, I decided to go back and take a more serious look through the photos I had written off as mistakes.

Under closer inspection, the hazy under exposure and the sheer scale of the surrounding mountain range evoked a curious sense of nostalgia.

Above all else film photography has, not only helped me accept imperfection but embrace it. Sometimes you just need to take a deep breath and a step back in order to approach what was once a disappointment with new perspective.

Amongst the Mountains

They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country. Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers. When the weather is fair and settled, they are clothed in blue and purple, and print their bold outlines on the clear evening sky; but sometimes, when the rest of the landscape is cloudless, they will gather a hood of gray vapors about their summits, which, in the last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of glory.

-An excerpt from Rip Van Winkle by Washington Irving