Here's a clip I made of some underwater randomness in Fiji last month. Brandon and Trevor star in some peculiar shots, filmed when there weren't any waves during our stay in the north eastern part of the country. Man how I miss that water....
On a recent evening surf session just south of SB i grabbed an old, rusted 35mm camera out of the back of my car and decided to snap a couple evening shots in the dumpy shorebreak. I loaded a roll into it and swam out, rocking just a 50mm (rusted at f/1.8) with no waterhousing. At first I exerted some effort to keep it dry, but after several trips through the barrel i decided it wasn't worth the effort to fight the water. And so I dunked the camera, swished some water into the lens and opened the film back several feet below the surface. I developed the film at Longs and did not apply any additional funkery. Here are the photos, pretty strange eh?
In Brazil, i mostly shot digital photos and Super8. I found this to be my favorite combo; I love my Nikon D700 like I imagine I'll love my son, and my Bolex 155 super8 rarely leaves the grip of my fingers, anywhere. I did however shoot one roll of Kodak Gold 200, which i deliberated to be a thoughtful and miscellaneous collage spanning the entire trip. I don't think I've ever made a roll last so long, traverse so much distance, and expose to so many non-sequential subjects. Needless to say, while my appendage of a D700 enjoyed Brazil extensively, the un-mysticalness of dumping a day's worth of photos to a computer only fueled the daily increase of my excitement to see this hodge-podge roll.
Well, here is what I got back, basically a roll of Bubble Wrap. 90% of the photos are illegible. The upper three are what pulled through, and the bottom is just to remind you of what lines a UPS box. X-ray machines 1, Morgan 0. I'm not angry, just... befuddled.
To make a week off of work more productive I bought some paint pens and demanded some canvases from Brando. He entrusted me with his lovely CI T.Knox (1, 2, 3) and told me "be careful Morg". I don't have the slightest clue as to what I created, but I think it captures the mystery of how we roll.
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One of my most sincere (and secretive) passions is advertising. A well designed, witty, honest, raw, shocking, or just plain simple ad will always capture my appreciation. Especially considering how pathetic America's advertising is, versus the rest of the planet's.
The first and last time I viewed this advertisement was in a private theater in downtown London, at the age of 10. The theater was housed in a prominent digital design firm's building, where me Mum's two god-brothers had just finished directing the CGI in the above clip. it was something else to watch that spot on a 40ft screen. And so, yesterday I was beyond elated when i was reunited with the commercial.
I love the rough, wild attitude it carries, with such profound imagery.
To me, it is not even an ad, but art.
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