Action Week

2 08 2011

Last week a friend from NZ came to visit.

A snowboarder from the ruined city of Christchurch, this young lady was no stranger to adventure, so I took it upon myself to organize some kind of Super Itinerary, positively bursting with desirable destinations and outdoorsy pursuits.

This had the dual benefits of showing Erin a few choice pieces of WA real estate, while providing me the chance to piss off from work and have some holiday-style fun myself.

I think we did ok.

In just  two weeks we cycled the Swan River, toured Freo, found a BYO jazz bar, watched The Nextmen at Villa, cruised to Rottnest and back, hit Margaret River, spent three days in the forest around Walpole, played volleyball, attended a festival in Perth and went mountain biking in the Ferguson Valley. All while consuming our body weight in red wine.

Maybe I should be a tour guide. We sure had a ball. Check some pics.



near gas bay, margs

oh my, the brakes have failed...

karri tree carry on

 

 

walpole farmhouse still life

cottesloe beachfront

breakin' bones

elephant rocks, denmark





joni sternbach’s tintype photograpy

1 08 2011

Who needs a digital camera when you could be processing your portraits right there on the beach, with the subjects looking on?

This is the approach taken by Joni Sternbach with her ‘Surfland’ series, using a technique unchanged since the 19th century.

Sternbach’s tintype photos are made with a large format camera using wet plates developed on location, resulting in unpredictable, timeless images of surfers and locals.

Landscapes look equally haunting using the wet plate collodion technique and the process just seems to slow time – to capture a slice of history more effectively than any SLR could ever hope to.

www.jonisternbach.com








pinhole panos

17 04 2011

A few shots from a recent pinhole panorama project.

'sculpture by the sea' - Cottesloe

 

city view from king's park

cottesloe beach

'all art is rubbish'. discuss.





Meet Sharan

17 03 2011

So I ventured into Perth to look at some art by Matt Doust yesterday. I do enjoy being able to do these things on a Wednesday afternoon – one of the upsides to hardly working at the moment.

On the way out, we stopped the gallery store – one of those shops which has all sorts of beautifully-designed colourful arty shit that you never knew you needed.

Not surprisingly I discovered something my unemployed self could not do without: a cardboard 35mm panorama pinhole camera in kit-form. And just $35. Done.

As an aside, I also discovered this same gallery (Venn) was run by an old school friend of mine. Nice work, Jade.

Anyway, i finally had my much sought Pano camera. I’d wanted the Lomo one for ages but they’re 500 euros. Took it home. Opened the box. And then freaked out at the complex instructions and sheer volume of parts.

Getting there...note pocketknife.

Apparently it was supposed to take 1-2 hours to assemble. I didn’t time myself, but I reckon I went close. Things might have also gone smoother if every 5th part wasn’t labelled wrongly – possibly something was lost in translation from the Japanese.

Done! The shutter slides down the front.

But I finished her. Meet the Sharan 35 Wide. Boxy, matte black, definitely not waterproof. She’s a beaut.

Results to follow…

Cardboard pinhole awesomeness





Palma pictures

14 01 2011

A few shots I just didn’t have room for elsewhere…

Skatergrrl Camilla next to the 'river'.

sweet office block

Erika in the palm forest

portixol view

...and that's it. Later, Spain.





ideal croatia

5 08 2010

rovinj harbour flickr pic by ros aukett

My perfect day in Croatia might go something like this:

-         Wake up in my picturesque seaside village and wander to the square for coffee (real milk; not UHT) and a cherry danish.

-         Procure English-language newspaper and catch up on news from three days ago (close enough, right?)

waterside cafe flickr pic by markus spring

-         Stroll to the closest rocky outcrop for the first swim of the day in the postcard-perfect Adriatic.

-         Wander thru cicada-filled pine forests to a secluded cove or maybe take a sea-kayak to find my own private beach

lokrum flickr pic by jesus cm

-         Take a sail across to the nearest island (many are within an hour or so of each other) and compare the temperature of their local beers.

-         Go wakeboarding on impossibly flat seas once the wind drops. No swells to contend with here.

top spot for a few beers of a summer eve - dubrovnik old town

-         Finish up with a few more beers as the sun sets around 8 or 9pm. Grilled seafood at one of the many hundreds of harbourside restaurants.

-         Catch an international DJ touring thru the summer months. Croatia has a surprisingly progressive music scene.

-         Repeat as required…

one of my fave bars in the world flickr pic by rich ford





Croatia, you’ve still got it.

5 08 2010

Maybe some secrets shouldn’t be kept.

And it’s hardly going to spoil things.

So here goes: Croatia.

Do yourself a favour and check it out. Soon.

Sure, it’s hardly a new destination and I’ve been telling people since 2007 that thought I thought the joint was tops.

But that opinion has been re-assessed and updated – it’s a must-see.

how good??

Even our two week superyacht blast down the coast with limited time ashore was enough to convince me that I’ll be back and you should go.

But why? Simply put, it does seaside European summer better than anywhere else I’ve seen.

Greece has the hundreds of rocky islands and crystal seas, but many of those islands are tacky, grubby and overdeveloped. Croatia is just…pristine.

Italy has the dramatic ocean cliffs and fresh grilled seafood too, but it’s filled with tourists. Croatia seems to be mostly chilled families on low-key holidays.

hvar old town and adjacent islands

France has impossibly pretentious ugly harbours, rubbish food, rude inhabitants and oh…never mind.

Plus I happen to particularly enjoy mucking about in boats and nowhere is better suited to a few weeks of leisurely ocean-going exploration than Croatia’s craggy string of forest-lined islands.

It’s windy for sailors. It has sheltered flat coves for watersports.

Croatia is peaceful. There’s no fuss and few crowds.

The people are friendly. The women are beautiful. And really tall.

The fruit is amazing. The cherry pastries can’t be found elsewhere.

Local beer is cold and delicious.

And everything is cheap

Needless to say I was pretty impressed.

the walled awesomeness of dubrovnik





Inspiration

30 04 2010

It’s not all travel and pretty beaches.

That’d probably get boring. Nope, instead – from time to time – I like to lay down my luggage and stay awhile someplace.

Someplace filthy and dangerous, where I can’t speak the language, people look at me funny, the food is weird and unhealthy and where I rarely venture out, as there’s simply nothing to do. Like Marseille.

The yacht’s stuck here in the yard for six weeks, I don’t much care for Marseille, so I’ve been surfing the internet.

Here are a few things that have been keeping me stoked:

FILE PROJECTS

Described as a collection of unexpected photography, File Mag collates unconventional pics from independent photographers, often based around a loose theme.

They’re currently featuring shots taken by Jeff Bridges on the sets of his films using a vintage Widelux camera, a format close to my heart – the pano.

Further particularly awesome sets include the below: Waterdrop Macros by Brian Valentine – nature amplified through dewdrops on plants. Insane.

flowerdrop by Brain valentine

TINY ART DIRECTOR

Illustrator Bill Zeman’s toughest critic is his five-year-old daughter.For a couple years he’s been knocking out pictures to her specific briefs on a regular basis. And she’s demanding. Cute and hilarious.

Line of lions

The Brief: A Line of Lions…It’s the same word! Line and Lion! Hey, how about you draw one of their prey, like a dead antelope that they want to eat?


The Attempted Assistance: Hey, want me to do the horns for you? And they bit her, so I’m going to make a little hole of blood. Can I do that at the end?

The Critique (of completed work): Coool – but you didn’t do the little blood spot… What about lion cubs? I want you to do it with the lion cubs. And the mother right next to them. Why did you do it all boys? I wanted you to do some mothers.
Job Status: Approved


Luckily, this one was approved. Bill isn’t always so lucky

Dragon sneaking up on girl

The Brief: I’m going to tell you what to draw. Draw a dragon sneaking up on a girl. She’s picking flowers.


The Critique: Daddy it’s not supposed to be like that! He has dog legs! I’m so mad at you! I’m going to erase those legs! Daddy why did you do those legs??? [collapses in tears]
Job Status: Rejected

SKIPWASTE PROJECT

Dudes in the UK turning urban dumpsters into functional art. Nice.

rubbish skater

THINGS BOGANS LIKE

Kind of an Australian one this. These guys attempt to define the modern Aussie bogan, not an easy task in these tempestuous times.

For the unititiated, a bogan is similar to the English chav, but more boorish and certainly more dangerous when drunk and surrounded by his or her mates.

Interestingly, many Australian bogans now find themselves considerably wealthy and this has led to a whole new range of bogan traits.

The bogan is defined by what it does, what it says and, most importantly, what it buys. Those who choose to deny the bogan on the basis of their North Shore home, their stockbroking career or their massive trust fund choose not to see the bogan.They set themselves apart by their efforts to stand out by conforming as furiously, and conspicuously, as possible.”

For example, some of the things modern bogans enjoy include:

Ed Hardy clothing

Road rage

Ministry of Sound compilations

Tribal tattoos

Freedom of speech

Petrol consumption as recreation

The Australian victory at Gallipoli

Going to work in the mines

The Corbys

Kings of Leon

Prefacing statements with ‘I’m not racist, but…’

‘Fuck Off, We’re Full” stickers

Ruining Music festivals

Sadly, the very activities and habits identified by the authors neatly sum up many of the reasons why i no longer want to live in Australia. Call me elistist, but I can’t stand that shit. The whole country makes me cringe these days. Perhaps the nouveau bogue has taken over.





Stranded in Jersey

19 11 2009

I’m stuck in Jersey, Channel Islands waiting for a break in the weather to get our yacht across to the Canary Islands and ultimately, some sunshine.

But there aint much to do in Jersey, unless you’re a banker, in which case you shuffle rich dudes’ money around and try to stay warm. It’s extremely dull here.

supercrew

supercrew

There are 6 of us escorting a 75ft Hoek sloop to warmer climes, including my pals James and Jodie who have spent the past 8 months in Lymington, UK, overseeing an expensive and time-consuming keel repair. In that 8 months, they’ve sailed a grand total of 110 miles on ol’ Braveheart, from Lymo to Jersey and that’s it.

Daily we scour the weather reports for any break that will let us flee these northern waters, but we were around 2 weeks late getting out of the UK and with each passing storm, the European winter edges closer. Got. To. Leave.

The English owner had planned to compete in the ARC, a leisurely cruisers’ race from Gran Canaria to St Lucia, but delays in the shipyard and now the weather have seen us miss the start this week.

Eventually he plans for James and Jodes to pilot his fine yacht thru the Panama canal and onward thru the Pacific next year, but that’s only if we ever get out of Jersey.

If Jersey were a little more interesting it might be ok, but it suffers a weird lack of identity – an odd combination of English high street / nouveau financial hub / provincial French seaside village.

ask for maryanne

gorey castle jersey

ruins at elizabeth castle

st helier's house





mexican photo business

22 09 2009

shots from a fabulous country.

mex lomo doors

'downtown' beach. puerto

'downtown' beach. puerto

"who wants an alcoholic kid?" - i love the happy skull.

"who wants an alcoholic kid?" - i love the happy skull.

LOVE the taco girls

LOVE the taco girls

monte albarn ruins. excuse the crap stitching.

monte albarn ruins. excuse the crap stitching.

now THAT'S a stacked bbq... check the smiles.

now THAT'S a stacked bbq... check the smiles.

mex fence

colourful oaxaqueno church addition

colourful oaxaqueno church addition

a lot of volkswagens in mexico. rad.

a lot of volkswagens in mexico. rad.

mex oaxaca mkt

monte albarn -aztec ruins near oaxaca

monte albarn -aztec ruins near oaxaca








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