12/23/10
My family and I saw Peter Pan last night at Segerstrom Hall last night for our yearly Christmas play. I couldn't get my mind off of Arthur Tress' pictures. Especially his Flood Dream and Flying Dream pictures. I got a lot of inspiration, and still do, from Mr. Tress when I first saw his prints at the Center For Creative Photography at my school. I'm sure he would have enjoyed Peter Pan also.
12/14/10
12/5/10
11/17/10
I thought this was the best tribute to Andy Irons who died recently
I remember being like 14 years old and surfing Emma Wood, it was like 1/2 a foot and i was out there just like any other day, then a bus pulled up with huge Billabong Logos (maybe i was older cause the time frame doesn't make sense) and Andy Irons paddled out. I was so stoked to surf with one of my heroes and i totally wanted to show him how rad i could surf and was trying so hard to bust airs in his face and shit. i guarantee he went in wondering what was wrong with me.
then i was like 17 and Blair Marlin who was doing the team for DC at the time invited me to go on a boat trip with Andy, Shane Dorian, Mick Fanning, and Taylor Knox. This sort of shit doesn't happen for 17 year olds and it was probably the funnest and most influential trip of my life and i made some lifelong friends. I told Andy the story from emma wood and he totally remembered. i was most impressed at how fearless they were at shallow breaks. i would be scared to stall for the tube and they would be going vertical into the lip and getting their tail halfway out the back. 'Darkslides' he would call them
from then till now we did several more surf trips and stayed together at a few events. he was raw and genuine and had a big heart. he was a solid and positive influence on my life. i feel fortunate for the times we had and i can think of many moments that make me smile.
the events that have unfolded in the past week seem surreal, as if created by some writer with a certain taste for tragedy. The days after Andy died were tough. half the tour stayed in the same hotel and we'd mope around avoiding eye contact (maybe just me). there was drinking and tears and some good times too but they were hard to come by. it felt like it would be sacrilegious to surf a heat and certainly to win a world title. but then a strange thing happened. the contest started and there was positive vibes. people were cheering for each other. that never happens. Kelly won everything as usual and we all flew home.
my heart goes out to the Irons family and those who were close to Andy. I can only imagine how tough its been for you guys.
but surely his surfing will continue to inspire surfers forever. over the past week i've gathered some of my favorite Andy sections (sorry bout the quality on some) and will be posting them over the next few days (havin trouble finding some old dvd's). Mini has also provided some contest footage and random shots that i thought were rad. Hope these videos stir some good memories for some or maybe something new for others. - Dane Reynolds
I remember being like 14 years old and surfing Emma Wood, it was like 1/2 a foot and i was out there just like any other day, then a bus pulled up with huge Billabong Logos (maybe i was older cause the time frame doesn't make sense) and Andy Irons paddled out. I was so stoked to surf with one of my heroes and i totally wanted to show him how rad i could surf and was trying so hard to bust airs in his face and shit. i guarantee he went in wondering what was wrong with me.
then i was like 17 and Blair Marlin who was doing the team for DC at the time invited me to go on a boat trip with Andy, Shane Dorian, Mick Fanning, and Taylor Knox. This sort of shit doesn't happen for 17 year olds and it was probably the funnest and most influential trip of my life and i made some lifelong friends. I told Andy the story from emma wood and he totally remembered. i was most impressed at how fearless they were at shallow breaks. i would be scared to stall for the tube and they would be going vertical into the lip and getting their tail halfway out the back. 'Darkslides' he would call them
from then till now we did several more surf trips and stayed together at a few events. he was raw and genuine and had a big heart. he was a solid and positive influence on my life. i feel fortunate for the times we had and i can think of many moments that make me smile.
the events that have unfolded in the past week seem surreal, as if created by some writer with a certain taste for tragedy. The days after Andy died were tough. half the tour stayed in the same hotel and we'd mope around avoiding eye contact (maybe just me). there was drinking and tears and some good times too but they were hard to come by. it felt like it would be sacrilegious to surf a heat and certainly to win a world title. but then a strange thing happened. the contest started and there was positive vibes. people were cheering for each other. that never happens. Kelly won everything as usual and we all flew home.
my heart goes out to the Irons family and those who were close to Andy. I can only imagine how tough its been for you guys.
but surely his surfing will continue to inspire surfers forever. over the past week i've gathered some of my favorite Andy sections (sorry bout the quality on some) and will be posting them over the next few days (havin trouble finding some old dvd's). Mini has also provided some contest footage and random shots that i thought were rad. Hope these videos stir some good memories for some or maybe something new for others. - Dane Reynolds
11/6/10
I drove up to the foothills last night to take pictures of one of the most expensive houses in Arizona. I felt really privileged to photograph such an amazing piece of architecture, it was like walking through a work of art. Every line, every room in the house was thought out to compliment the light of Arizona. I want to thank Martha Briggs and the owners of Campbell Cliffs for giving me the opportunity. Here is the website for the property:http://www.campbellcliffs.com/main.html
11/1/10
A nice monday back from Las Vegas... its not a real city. Checkout this music/art festival I'm going to be a part of come December 4th. EntertheWonderland
10/13/10
10/12/10
The advent of modern times dates from the moment the first daguerreotype appeared on the scene. The camera lens, capturing the appearances of fleeting instants, has marked out the past with a succession of presents. The day photography was born, humanity won a precious victory over time, its most redoubtable enemy. To be able to perpetuate for even a relative eternity humankind's most ephemeral aspects, was this not a way of stopping time, a little at least, in its dread course? The first snapshot made that victory decisive. In the posed photograph time still held its own, because its benevolent collaboration was asked for. But the snapshot flies in the face of time, violates it. -Carlo Rim
10/6/10
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I shot my friend Chris Young's Album Cover yesterday. He was picked up by Cisco Alder and Shwayze about 2 years ago after they had heard him freestyle at one of their shows. Despite my lack of being surrounded by R&B artists, I have never heard a freestyle from a human being like him. Expect big things from Chris.
check his music at http://www.myspace.com/chrisyoungrap
9/15/10
9/13/10
The following is from Photographer Rodney Smith's blog:
"It happened in New Haven, Connecticut in the Fall of 1972. Twenty years after my mother’s illness and withdrawl.
I had just made my first 8×10 prints from my first contact sheet, from my first photography class.
I remember walking up the stairs to my cockroach infested, but cute apartment in New Haven and looking at these photographs of people in New Haven, and thinking to myself, I like these pictures, but who…really took them? These pictures could not have been taken by me. They are too strong too direct and definitely too clear. Who is this person who could take such pictures? It is not the fearful, sickly, confused person I knew myself to be. These pictures turned out to be the beginning of my way out. They were the doorway to my interior.
It is quite perplexing but photography saved my life from total failure.
I know it didnt look this from the outside. I had gone to good schools, had family wealth, was married, and all things probably looked fine from the outside. Appearance is deceptive.
On the inside a machiavellian dwarf had resided in me. It was determined to battle with me every step of the way. It could rise on any occasion and confront me with fear, loathing and sickness. It kept me subdued and fragile while a stronger voice in me was kept totally under control.
So in the Fall of 1972, I began the journey of understanding of who I really am , what I stand for, and to begin the process of slowly ridding myself of the sins of the dwarf.
Painfully and very slowly the person I saw in those first pictures has emerged. Often slipping back but re-emerging into a stronger, more direct person.
Photography was always safe from my inner dwarf. It strongly took my hand and soul and has continually shown me the way to reunite me with myself."
"It happened in New Haven, Connecticut in the Fall of 1972. Twenty years after my mother’s illness and withdrawl.
I had just made my first 8×10 prints from my first contact sheet, from my first photography class.
I remember walking up the stairs to my cockroach infested, but cute apartment in New Haven and looking at these photographs of people in New Haven, and thinking to myself, I like these pictures, but who…really took them? These pictures could not have been taken by me. They are too strong too direct and definitely too clear. Who is this person who could take such pictures? It is not the fearful, sickly, confused person I knew myself to be. These pictures turned out to be the beginning of my way out. They were the doorway to my interior.
It is quite perplexing but photography saved my life from total failure.
I know it didnt look this from the outside. I had gone to good schools, had family wealth, was married, and all things probably looked fine from the outside. Appearance is deceptive.
On the inside a machiavellian dwarf had resided in me. It was determined to battle with me every step of the way. It could rise on any occasion and confront me with fear, loathing and sickness. It kept me subdued and fragile while a stronger voice in me was kept totally under control.
So in the Fall of 1972, I began the journey of understanding of who I really am , what I stand for, and to begin the process of slowly ridding myself of the sins of the dwarf.
Painfully and very slowly the person I saw in those first pictures has emerged. Often slipping back but re-emerging into a stronger, more direct person.
Photography was always safe from my inner dwarf. It strongly took my hand and soul and has continually shown me the way to reunite me with myself."
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