With bellies full of dinner and a gentle buzz lingering in the background, there is a coolness in the air as the sun begins to set. Summer is in full swing.
These three knives were handmade by one of my oldest friends. To me, he embodies everything that a hobbyist should be. Constantly searching for a better understanding of himself and the world around him through doing. Whether it’s bicycle touring from Banff, Alberta to the depths of Central America, publishing a comic strip or learning how to mold steel and wood into unique tools, there is always more to experience. Ever since I’ve known Matt, he has poured himself into learning new things.
Not too long ago, he began creating cutlery under the guise Continua Knives. I’ve long been interested in the intricacies of knife making and as soon as I saw he was getting serious about it, I requested three paring knives. While each is completely unique in its blade and tang design, both red handles are made of Padauk and the brown is Mexican Cherry; all three are high carbon steel.
My main man basking in the sun, soaking up the salty breeze. He has certainly mellowed out in his old age and is by all means, living the dream.
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!
Quiet days spent walking through the woods.
The bicycles are weaponry and the corners are beasts hungry for flesh and composite. The crowd cheering for victory is also there for the carnage. These are the modern day gladiators.
I wouldn’t mind cruising the neighborhood in a classic big body like this 280SEL one day. The epitome of going nowhere fast.
Looking back on warmer days weaving our way through wooded trails, exploring all of the hidden corners of the old neighborhood and reminding myself that it will be back before I know it. Spring is on its way!
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.
Take that head of yours and stick it through the clouds.
A truly beautiful weekend filled with an all-star cast of family and friends.
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.
Caroline Rose with support from Henry Jamison April 5, 2018 at Johnny Brenda's. Just so everyone knows how awesome Caroline is live, that's a recorder she is playing in photo 3 during an absolutely insane version of Money.
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
1977 was the final year of production for the original Ford Bronco. Ford's first foray into the world of compact sport utility vehicles, in many ways the Bronco set the stage for the modern day SUV as we know it. A surprisingly plush ride, I could not have asked for a better day cruising around South Jersey soaking up the final rays of winter.
After some success with our first film swap, Danny and I are back at it with another! This time around I wanted to keep it a bit more focused and decided to shoot a full roll of the best flowers that Bucks County had to offer. With simple instructions to shoot some classic British autos over top of my flowers, I shipped the roll off to Danny in Yorkshire to see what he could see. I could not be happier with the results and am already looking forward to our next swap!