Since makeshift studios are the worst (see my last post), I decided I needed something a little more legit. Here it is—The official Frostline Photography Studio (until I have a better name). I’m located in the historic OK Hotel right in Pioneer Square, Seattle. I couldn’t be more stoked!
More to come very soon but right now I’m headed back over to tweak some lighting, setup speakers and hang a sign on the door.
I’m trying to build a makeshift studio in my apartment. It’s a pain in the ass. Seriously. If anyone has, say, a 20′ x 20′ x 14′ space they’re not using, and want to rent it out in exchange for beer or something, let me know. In the meantime, I’ll have to be happy with what I’ve set up.
So far the only person to grace my beautiful new studio is me. So please come over and let me shoot photos of you so I don’t ever have to take another self portrait!
I would like to apologize to all of my faithful readers out there (read: all two of you). I have betrayed you and written content for another site—and another reader base—instead of thinking of you first. Not only that, but it’s a European site. If you called me unpatriotic, I wouldn’t blame you.
To make up for it, I will do absolutely nothing. I will link you to my offending post so that you can read–what is by now–stale, day old content that a bunch of Europeans got to read first. To rub it in, I will write about snowboard style—A topic which has been beaten into the ground, many, MANY times. If you’re still reading, I’d really like to know why. No really, please let me know. Because if I were you, I would have gotten the hell out of this blog post long ago and entertained myself with something worth my time.
Well, for those of you still reading (read: all 0.0001 of you), please vote on the best style from HCSC Session One by leaving a comment. Or don’t—I won’t blame you. At the bottom of this post, you will find a link to my post on Method Mag. And yes, this is a trick to make you look through these photos before continuing on; just like how grocery stores put milk in the back so you have to walk through all the candy and beer to get to it.
Is the winner:
A: Kumara with her Guns ‘n’ Roses pants, purple jacket and lofty halfpipe hit?
B: Danny with his goggles-over-hood steeze, fringe and stylee box press?
C: Eliot keeping it real with basketball jerseys and front boards?
D: Ben Bogart who has a grill. You don’t even have to snowboard to be eligable if you have a grill.
And, as promised, Method Mag post!
Shit man, how am I supposed to just kick back and enjoy summer when Mt. Hood is still getting snow? I can’t just sit around and relax in the summer sun when there’s riding to be had and photos still left unshot. I better figure out how to relax soon or my wife might kill me.
I headed to Hood to shoot some photos with High Cascade last weekend. A full update is coming soon—I promise—but in the meantime, I wanted to share the back of my media pass. I thought this was pretty funny.
This had the effect of a big red button with “Don’t Push Me” written on it. All I could think about was how fun it would be to dedicate my entire day to snaking campers.
When Andy asked if I wanted to go camping in the San Juan Islands for the weekend, I pictured remote hikes, untouched wilderness and the solitude that only a backpacking trip can deliver. Instead I got a campground—interesting neighboors included—inflatable mattresses and a crying baby. I’m not sure how I feel about the new “Father” Andy.
Seriously though, I was stoked to be a part of Jones’ first camping trip. The weekend with Andy, his wife Abby, their new baby boy, Jones, and my wife Brooke was super relaxing. It was sweet to watch Jones experience the camping world for the first time—We even found a bald eagle for him. Doesn’t get much better than that.
