moments like this never last

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the loves of my life

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the loves of my life, originally uploaded by wyatt neumann.

takotas first time in the ocean

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takotas first time in the ocean, originally uploaded by wyatt neumann.

Wyatt and Takota

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Wyatt and Takota, originally uploaded by wyatt neumann.

stinson beach

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stinson beach, originally uploaded by wyatt neumann.

stinson beach

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stinson beach, originally uploaded by wyatt neumann.

Jena and Takota

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Jena and Takota, originally uploaded by wyatt neumann.

1971 jensen interceptor mark II

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1971 jensen interceptor mark II, originally uploaded by wyatt neumann.

mine mine mine.

ohhh facebook.

2010-02-05T07:37:00.001-08:00

holy shit. So, this is a chat that I just had with a "friend" I haven't talked to in about 2 years... Or so I thought. Read on:

Lindsey

2009-02-16T11:38:00.001-08:00

LIndsey, originally uploaded by wyatt neumann.

photoshoot polaroids 02.15.09

main and callendar

2009-02-16T11:37:00.001-08:00

main and callendar, originally uploaded by wyatt neumann.

christmas time in montana

jena with baby

2009-02-14T09:34:00.001-08:00

jena with baby, originally uploaded by wyatt neumann.

six months.

John

2009-01-16T18:41:00.001-08:00

John, originally uploaded by wyatt neumann.

Regulars Series. The Mint Bar, Livingston, MT 12/2009

top 'o the world...

2009-01-11T16:08:00.001-08:00

top 'o the world..., originally uploaded by wyatt neumann.

ass in the glass

2008-12-06T13:41:00.001-08:00

ass in the glass, originally uploaded by wyatt neumann.

late night at the night hotel, nyc

babytime.

2008-11-25T17:20:00.000-08:00

Oh wow. Yep, Jena and I are expecting! We went in for another ultrasound yesterday and the baby was kicking, moving all around, jumping up and down, waving its arms - really , really animated... We heard the heartbeat... amazing.

Jena is 12 weeks pregnant, and the due date is June 13. We have decided NOT to find out the gender, we want it to be a natural discovery, the way it has been for millions of couples for thousands of years... Living in the modern age has taught me that just because you CAN, doesn’t always mean you SHOULD.

We are planning to go to Bozeman, MT in May to have the baby, to let the baby acclimate in a comforting and beautiful environment... sleeping outdoors, hiking, sitting up at Haylite Lake, basically just giving the baby, and Jena, a delicate entrance into this new world and experience.

We are excited and hope you are all a part of this new adventure!

Love,

Wyatt and Jena

ps. yeah, I’m freaking out a little bit... but in a good way

AC/DC at Madison Square Garden

2008-11-17T12:14:00.001-08:00

IMG_0116, originally uploaded by wyatt neumann.

Highway 50, "The Loneliest Road in America"

2008-07-09T20:41:00.001-07:00

IMG_4937, originally uploaded by wyatt.neumann.

Clayton Patterson "Captured" World Premier

2008-06-14T08:57:00.001-07:00

Clayton Patterson, NY art world luminary, Lower East Side documentarian and activist is the subject of a new documentary by Ben Solomon and Dan Levin. We went to the world premier last night on the roof of the LES Design School. A.R.E. Weapons did the soundtrack so they performed before the screening. Clayton was there, not taking pictures, for once... John Joseph from the Cro Mags spoke. They have a skatepark on the roof, so we sat on top of the ramp and picnicked. good times.

Amazing film, amazing crowd, amazing space.... Amazing.

coney island summertime polaroid trip

2008-04-23T20:42:00.000-07:00

So, maybe 3 years ago I went to Coney Island for 4th of July... It was hot, sticky, sweaty, drunky and fun as hell. We watched the Nathan's Hot Dog Eating Contest, drank all day with some Puerto Rican thug dykes at the Cha Cha, and ate so much we all thought we were gonna puke. Epic.

Here are the photos to prove it.

Coney Island in the summer is bananas

"Welcome! We're glad to have ya, ...honky."

Summer Lovin' at the Cha Cha...

And ladies! If you're down with dudes like this, they are everywhere...

And if you're down with old reefer smoking sea dogs, they're around too.

It's almost weird how stoked on this piña colada I am.

But it's NOT weird how stoked on the chili cheese dogs I was. ('dogs" = plural)

Will the REAL Strawberry Shortcake please stand up? I was stoked she made an appearance, I thought she was only a myth like unicorns and france.

But it is real, and we had a blast. See you there this summer, bros.

Surfing and Shooting in S.C. w/ Band of Horses

2008-03-31T15:30:00.001-07:00

Drove down to hang out with my bros Creighton, Rob, Ryan, Bill, Ben and Jared. They just got back from tour, and Jared flew out from CA to shoot the rest of their video, so fuck it, I went. (Oh yeah, and I sold Creighton my car, so I had to do that too.)

driving through the south

sunset in South Carolina

Folly Beach with Creighton

Ben and Creighton, between sets

Creightons new boyfreinds

Bill and Ben at Surf Bar for drinks after a day at the beach

Hey Cronin, how many sound guys does it take to screw in a lightbulb, mofo?

This bar rules. Surf videos all the time...

and Roscoe loves it too.

back at the beach house

gettin' crazy

and having fun.... always havin' a good time...

the great white north!

2007-12-12T23:06:00.000-08:00

so I am in in my hotel in Toronto, editing a web film that I shot for Toshiba last weekend... It's like 2am and I have to get up at 6 to go shoot a national commercial for MegaBlox (kids toys, like Transformers). I am waiting for my rough edit to render and compress so I thought I'd load some photos I shot this week.

The VIA Express train from Montréal to Toronto

My Producer. Always working, ladies and gentlemen, always working.

Night time train crossing in the Canadian "middle of nowhere in a whiteout blizzard" type spot.

The street in front of the production company, sunset tonight.

Tonight, sunset over Toronto.

Ok, my video is almost done. Fuck, I gotta get to sleep...

Where in the hell am I now?

2007-09-03T20:49:00.001-07:00

riding my motorcycle through the entire US, that's where. here are some notes (and pix) from the road, video to follow.

top of the Beartooth Pass, Montana.

Leadville, CO with Andy and Merlin:

Top of the pass, Rocky Mountain National Park. Look for Andy and Merlin in the distance. Elevation? 12,000ft:

91 in a 65... oops.

but on this road, could you blame us??

this photos was taken STANDING STILL. this is what 110 mph does to your hair. gummo aint got shit on me.

current location? Thermopolis, Wyoming. Home of the worlds largest geothermal baths. Just north of the Wind River Indian Reservation.

Google Earth that shit.

oh yeah...

...I didn't do it.

Paris International Air Show

2007-06-28T14:19:00.000-07:00

I got stuck in Paris for 12 hours with nothing to do...

and it went a little something like this...

8:30 - Land at Charles de Gaulle airport, arrive late, no sleep on the plane, miss my flight to Nice
9:00 - try to rent a car to drive, all they have is a Ford Fiesta for 500 Euros. No effin way.
10:00 - get online at CDG and try to book another flight. Found one! Only $100 change fee! but I have to fly out of Orly...
10:30 - take the bus to Orly airport.
11:00 - get there and find out it will actually cost an additional EU199.50. Fuck that.
12:00 - get on the train back to CDG. I give a guy from India directions for the subway and he tells me he's going to the Paris International Air Show. He's some IT tech, there for new Defense technology stuff... He leans in to whisper when he talks about what he does and why he's going.
12:15 - I get off at the Anthony stop with him because I decide this is too good to miss and I'm fucking IN.
12:45 - realize I do NOT want to drag my luggage all over, decide to continue back to CDG and check it in so I can be FREE.
1:30 - They won't check my luggage in at the airport yet. Too early. No lockers, nothing. Fucking terrorists (George Bush and his infidel band of fundamentalist warlords, I mean)
2:00 - Take the train BACK to Gare du Nord train station where they have lockers.
2:45 - finally get there.
3:15 - track down the locker in the goddamn basement and ditch that shit.
3:30 - figure out the hard way that I can't buy a subway ticket at the machines in Gare du Nord without either a.) change or b.) a credit/debit card with one of those little gold chip things in them (like the calling cards)
4:00 - wait in a half hour line to buy EU6.00 worth of subway tickets
4:15 - in the train, on my way to Le Bourget for the Air Show
4:55 - get there, lie about my credentials, give a fake business card, wave my camera around and speak in wacky franglais and I'M IN!!!
5:00 - whoa. It's fucking amazing, it's like this weird military/civilian trade show with missles, defense systems, strike fighters, satellites, recon, un-manned warplanes, helicopters and weird trade show type shit. Except it's all dudes in either flashy business suits with dark, shady eyes or highly decorated military personnel. Similarity? They all want to kill people and they are all have dudes around them that are wearing sunglasses...
6:00 - It starts to rain. HARD. Everyone flees and suddenly getting ground transportation becomes nearly impossible (oh, the irony...)
6:10 - hook up with this Arab gypsy cab driver who tells me he hates rushing through trafiic because Arabs are calm people. word up. I want to tell him that from what I've just seen, traffic looks to be the least of his peoples future problems. I hold my tongue. We work out a deal for the ride after much language barrier haggling and it's on.
6:30 - get to Charles du Galles so I can catch the express train back to Gare du Nord.
6:50 - catch the train (finally!) My flight closes at 8:20, btw...
7:15 - get to GDN, RUN up the stairs to get across the station to where the luggage bunker is.
7:20 - stop. call my girlfriend xoxo she's a babe.
7:40 - get my stuff, slam it together and get back on the train to Charles du Galles (AGAIN)
8:14 - get off the train, boogie toward my terminal, laughing at how close I've cut it.
8:19 - saunter casually up to the ticket counter and check in like it ain't no thang.
11:00 - get to Nice, find out they have booked out of rental cars in my fare class, I look at the guy like thats just not the answer I'm prepared to hear right now.
11:02 - he upgrades me to a 2007 BMW 3 series sedan.
12:00 - check in to my hotel in Cannes, go get a panini, a salad and 2 beers.
2:20 - sitting here writing this shit because I need to adjust my biological clock thing so I am not fucked up all week.

That's one hell of a day. And now, the pictures to prove it:

The line to get my subway tickets was LONG.

haha, New York styled shirt, made by foreigners. Where the hell is Fifty-FirTH Street anyway??

These dudes look like they REALLY need some more bigger guns. Especially the dude mean muggin' me...

This guy was selling unmanned warcraft like it was magic snake oil.

This was in this Israeli Defense strategy area. There were a lot of people with headsets and sunglasses on around here...

They showed a video about tactical command technologies and efficient airstrike capabilities. This is the target before:

and after. BOOYAH Palestine! Take that, bitches...

I looked above the visor and under the seat for the keys, but no dice. These people are not as dumb as they look.

Would you like a small slaying, medium maiming or large sized killing? Oh, super sized slaughter?? We have that too. Don't forget our "buy 10,000 and we'll throw in a free ethnic genocide post-momorial day" special!!! (NOTE: in the background, it reads "And it will keep on delivering for decades" -think about the fucked up implications of that statement for a second, seriously.)

and this? this just scared the bejeezus out of me:

but wait. dude. spaceships! rockets! coolest thing ever.

and back to Charles de Gaulle...

peace in the middle east.

The Old Man and The Sea...

2007-04-01T22:02:00.000-07:00

this was the last day of our trip... Ali and Julio agreed to take us fishing, down on the Maleçon, where the rest of the Cubans fished.

So we met with them at Ali's house

Then we went out, Julio went to get fishing lines and we ran into a bit of trouble. Ali was walking along with Jena and they were so cute I took out my camera and snapped this picture:

No sooner did I take the picture then the Police came running up and arrested Ali for consorting with a white woman, a tourist. He was immediately targeted as a Jintero, a hustler, and since there is a sort of institutionalized apartheid in Cuba, this is a jailable offense.

We protested, and offered to help, but he told us no and walked away with the police, obviously embarrassed and I would guess, scared.

Right after that, Julio came around the corner and told us to wait... he ran around the corner and between the two of them, they were able to work it out and Ali was released.

The rest of the walk to get our hooks and bait, though, Ali had to walk about a block ahead of us for fear of being arrested again. It was sad and angering and we felt helpless. It sucked. If you look in this picture, you'll see Ali.

Anyway, the moods picked up as we got our gear together... We walked down the Maleçon to get bait, past the old Spanish castle and some guys playing bob marley.

We went and got bait, which are like these long, nasty millipedes they sell. They live in these roots, and you squeeze them out from one end to the other, then shove the hook in their mouth and basically impale them on the hook. The fishies love 'em.

We threw our first casts as the sun set over Habana. Awesome.

And Jena caught the first fish. Goddamn beginners luck.

She wanted to throw it back but Ali and Julio protested. They'll eat that shit. It's no joke in Cuba.

I went and bought a bottle of Havana Club Rum, a couple cokes and stole some cups from some other touristas and we got our fish on and our drink on...

Julio caught the next fish, almost just as small, but still a keeper. Look at Julio and Ali, I love these guys...

The thing that sucks about being the photographer is that you're never in the pictures... oh well. Still so awesome.

After that, we climbed down on the rocks into the crashing surf and fished from there, catching more baby fishies and having an all around rad time. Julio is hilarious.

When it was all over, we walked Ali home, where he jumped in on a cut throat game of Dominoes with some people outside his house...

We walked home, but then I had to run back to give him his house key. I left Jena with a bunch of locals who were grubbing on some late night spaghetti - we ordered her some with tomatoe sauce, ham and cheese.

When I got back, I saw this:

Jena, making friends wherever she goes...

The next day we left for the airport. I have no pictures of that because all my memory cards were full, but I will tell you this:

We had no money to pay our airport tax so Jena had to standby patiently while I made this announcement to a line of Canadian tourists:

"EXCUSE ME!! I AM AN AMERICAN, AND I HAVE NO MONEY TO PAY AIRPORT TAX. BECAUSE MY GOVERNMENT IS RUN BY IDIOTS, I CANNOT USE A BANK, ATM, CHECK OR CREDIT CARD TO GET MONEY... CAN ANYONE PLEASE LOAN ME 50 DOLLARS SO I CAN GET HOME???"

a kind woman generously loaned me the money I needed, allowing us to get through customs and sprint to catch our plane.

I sent her a check the day I got home. The memo line on the check?

"FOR: being awesome. thanks."

HABANA IS BANANAS!

2007-03-15T15:01:00.000-07:00

be patient, this shit is gonna take a minute to load - it's like a hundred or so pictures...

Habana is Bananas!!!

Ok, so we got to the airport in Cancun and bought our tickets, cash, like 5 minutes before the plane was supposed to leave... We took a bus out over the tarmac to our plane: A mid-80's Russian jobby. sweet.

And everyone on the plane looked like either a miami beach drug pusher, a columbian drug lord or a mule. Or maybe I'm just prejudiced...

One of the first things we see:

" The Bush Plan: to take our houses, our schools and whatever good we have constructed. Thankfully, we already live in free Cuba"

They hate that motherfucker.

Our cab ride to the hotel. Our cabbie tried to charge us 4 times the fare. Jena saved the day with her fiery latin attitude. I was glad that I didn't sacrifice her to the Mayan Gods after all.

The view from our hotel, El Centro, Habana.

We took off walking to check it out - first night was kinda sketchy, the place is like a dilapidated shell of a city. Dark corners, shady alley ways, crazy. It was nuts, but we loved it. Nothing a few mojitos wouldn't fix.

and then.... success. Havana Club mojitos. Cafe Paris in Vieja (old town). We drank about 37 of these and then met our new friends and compadres, Ali and Julio.

Ali offered us a place to stay with his grandmother in El Centro. She has registered with the state as a Casa Particulares - which are rooms to rent. We stayed there the rest of our trip.

The front door:

Our room. ...Fuckin' sweet.

The view from our room:

The view from the roof:

Our house in in the upper-ish, left-ish section of this photo. -ish.

For the next few days we just walked around Havana, Vedado, Vieja, Casablanca... just checking shit out.

the national pastime:

Jena, stage left.

It was the girl on the lefts' birthday:

Paladares La Guarida (a privately run restaurant is upstairs):

The public transit system leaves much to be desired.

We met this guy, Martín on the street, he was interested in my tattoos and was a big Yankees fan. He invited us to his house (we didn't go) and invited us to go to a baseball game that night with him, his friend Alberto and his wife Luanna. At first we were hesitant because, while most people are cool, there is a problem in Cuba with people getting hustled. Jinteras or Jinteros hustle tourists for money, drinks, goods, drugs, sex, whatever. The fleecing of the people starts at the highest levels of the government, so it really isn't that weird, socially, but it makes for calculated decision making on the fly.

Martín was a rad guy, though. So we went home, took a nap, and got up to meet him at 7:00. He paid for the cab, bought us rum and even paid for us to get into the game.

Luanna, ?, Martín and Alberto:

The baseball stadium:

No fucking touristas here, man.

but there are plenty of fights between the rival teams...

Martín has this amazingly fat belly. Amazing:

but he doesn't seem to give a shit

He's always having a good time:

And so were we.

This shit is everywhere:

Martín and Luanna's daughters' bed:

More walking around shots:

Street pizza stand. The pizzas are 25¢ and are delicious.

Most of the cuban food we ate sucked. You'd think chickens in Cuba were born fried...

Fumigating for mosquitos:

The girl was a little bummed but the grandmother thought it was funny.

Schoolkids:

Meyer Lansky's Hotel Riviera:

So Jena and I were walking through Vedado after having the first good meal of our time there when we heard music floating thorough the trees. There were all this lights spilling out into the street, coating the neighborhood in beautiful, candy coated hues.

There was a concert happening in the yard of some wealthy estate. Private, to be sure... We stood there, looking through the fence and watched while a guy sat on a stage in the yard of someone's house, playing music on a guitar, singing. The song was sad and beautiful, and when I looked to the corner, there was a little old man, standing alone, drinking a pint of Rum, crying. I walked across the street to get this shot, so you could see what I saw...

ANYWAY... domino MOTHERFUCKER!!!

and this lady wasn't loving my picture taking styles...

and there were weird rules, like "no smoking", "no lighting your girlfriend on fire" and "no holding hands in the elevator if you're a midget."

Across the street from Hotel Sevilla

cool car

old school transportation:

older school transportation:

kids everywhere...

At a submarine looking bar where we went with Ali, I danced with the cute bathroom attendant and Jena got salsa lessons from Ali.

Cute.

Jena is so cute, in fact, that I want to kill her and eat her face.

Jena and Ali - the guy behind Ali was picking up Jinteras (hookers)

Jena, Ali, Ali's son Andé, me and Julio:

Julio gets pretty drunk sometimes

And I listen to everything he says...

Because it's "important, I am telling you! Look into my eyes!"

good times, good times.

except the bathrooms. nasty.

the walk home:

Jena, a few too many cuba libre's... The stairway up to our room:

My hungover girlfriend is extra cute when she eats leftover pasta in bed...

For me, I wanted pizza. We found this place where you shout your order up to the roof and they lower your food down in a bucket.

Awesome.

walking around...

Look! Look how cute we are:

They love 2Pac in Cuba. Vatos Locos Forever!

Woman in an empty store:

The museum of the Revolution:

The Prado

Bangkok or Cuba?

Jena found a dog and is now in the process of trying to adopt her. Her name is Lili...

Anyway, she spent the better part of the night picking fleas off of Lili with a deaf rasta we met (he also likes to arm wrestle and race...)

So now Jena has a new dog, but how can you say no to this face?

ps. how hot is my girlfriend?

Next blog is our fishing trip, the last night there....

Later.

But first, how amazing is this photo?

notes from the road pt. 08

2007-03-04T14:12:00.000-08:00

ok, ok... without further adieu.

Last month, I took Jena to Mexico for her birthday. She wanted to go south of Tulum, just north of Belize. I wanted to go to Cuba, so we decided to make it a double whammy jammer and did both.

We flew from New York to Cancun and got in at about noon, but didn't make it to our cabana until dark. We ate at a little restaurant up the road, went home to bed. This was where we slept:

and woke up the next morning to this:

It was like 75º as the sun was coming up and I stood with my feet in the water and watched it all go down...

Then we paid homage to some Mayan Gods. I tried to sacrifice Jena but she speaks better spanish than I do so I decided to keep her around, just in case.

We drove from there, south, to where it is a little more chill. We stopped in this little village on the way and talked to some kids, bought a 6 pack of ice cold Superior beer and drank and drove our way through the jungle...

We had to stop along the way to count our blessings and look into the Virgin of Guadelupe's eyes for faith and redemption.

...she winked at me.

And we got there unscathed.

...Paradise.

delish.

so this is where we stayed, 20 bucks a night.

That night we went out and met these people who were having a private birthday party at this little bar on the beach. They invited us to hang out, so of course we did. The guy who threw the party drove this Monster Jeep, he had just proudly acquired it from the United States and was more than happy to take me four-wheeling in a defunct rock quarry a few miles away (which was drunk and scary and weird but hella fun).

When I left, I gave my camera to Jena and told her to let the kids take pictures of each other and they took these gems:

There is a cruise ship that comes in every day so days are kinda stupid. They have a warning to tourists as they come into town. This was one of the early (probably) American tourists who dared the beaches of this treacherous region, she was given Coco Locos, Zinka for her lips, beads for her terribly obnoxious braided cornrow white-girl-on-vacation-coming-home-with-a-burned-scalp hairdo...and then BEHEADED where her scarred visage would hopefully serve as a warning to casually drunken tourists to heed the terrible wrath of the local headhunters who prey on unwitting victims.

It didn't work.

Anyway, the sun went down

And all the tourists leave at night so the village is locals only.

On our second night, we realized it was Valentines Day (yes, even in Mexico) and they were having a Beauty Pageant / Princess of the town competition.

These were the contestants. So cute.

And the winner was...???

Jena. Of course.

So, I left and was gone for a while earlier that day, and Jena was wondering why it took me so long and I told her it was because wherever I went, I walked like this:

Im a retard. And while she was laughing her ass off, she still wasn't buying it. Oh well.

Ok, back to bed. Somehow the pink mosquito net just seemed so Valentines Day perfect it was kinda gay and disgusting. Shut the hell up.

I woke up the next morning at the crack of dawn and took these pictures before leaving.

Amazing.

Next stop... Cuba.

notes from the road pt. 07

2007-02-24T23:32:00.000-08:00

12/20/06:

nevada in december:

nevada:

this is a casino/truckstop where I stopped for breakfast. notice the sign?:

"please see cashier for details" because, you know, she's an expert in foreign and domestic affairs:

and nevada's oldest brothel... now with free wi-fi!:

and for the bonus round, christmas in montana:

my parents house, their 25th anniversary:

see that little black square at the top of big sky?

this is it up close. fucking cold:

"slide for life conditions" means you could slide to your death:

and finally, new mexico, new years eve day:

(and i suppose it's a matter of perspective):

notes from the road pt. 06

2007-02-24T23:26:00.000-08:00

11/08/06:

Everyone was so nice about my accident, I'll just say to you all: thanks. And luckily I am ok, not a scratch or a bruise or a bump on me. My friend Greg also escaped without harm. It was insane and scary and sudden and violent, and I really am so grateful that no one got hurt and that I escaped with my health (and limbs) intact.

To everyone who wants to know what happened, basically, I have been working like crazy, and last night (full moon, btw) we wrapped a commercial shoot I was directing for Microsoft (thanks Zane and Camille and Gia and Jake and Jovita and Antonio and Saxon and all my rad bros who came out to work on it - it was like a family affair and it was awesome!)

Anyway, we wrapped and I was driving over the 101, totally exhausted, and a car swerved into my lane and I tried to avoid it and my back tires got loose on me and we fishtailed. Instead of trying to correct it on the second sweep (it could have spun us out into traffic - bad scene) I just let it float. SO we were spinning down the freeway, toward the shoulder and when we were backwards, we hit the embankement and the car flipped and we ended up flying down the freeway upside down in a hail of broken glass.

When we stopped, everything went black. I came back immediately and made sure Greg was fine, we crawled out of the car. It was leaking gas everywhere, we grabbed our shit and waited to see what would happen, the car was in the traffic lane, spilling gasoline. We thought someone was going to hit it and turn the place into a Michael Bay set so we backed away and waited for the firemen to get there. They checked us out, the cops checked us out and we left with the tow truck, two very shaken up and VERY thankful guys.

funniest line of the night:

LAFD fireman: "You're smoking a cigarette"
Me: "Yeah, well I'm pretty freaked out right now"
LAFD fireman: "Right, but um.... you're covered in gasoline."
Me: "Oh. ...sorry."

and somehow, we made it out ok.

notes from the road pt. 05 (why motorcycles are the best)

2007-02-24T23:20:00.000-08:00

08/07/06:

from highway 1, the Pacific Coast Highway, just north of San Francisco:

notes from the road pt. 04

2007-02-24T23:19:00.001-08:00

07/26/06:

well I'm not techically on the road anymore, but it just sounds a hell of alot better than notes from my bedroom... wait a goddamn second! Thats just not true.
anyway, almost all of these were taken over the course of one day, from bozeman, montana to seattle, washington.

take a look.

I have spoken.

that is all.

notes from the road pt. 03

2007-02-24T23:15:00.000-08:00

07/23/06:

part 01:

ok ok, so I got a late start, goddamn bike kept breaking down... I have permanent grease under my fingernails and a whole new (dis)respect for british electrical engineering, SO, I have an operable headlight and no taillight and fuck it, I'm not going back now... I'll try to install a new tail light assembly and wiring tomorrow somewhere along the road.

I am in Longmont now, thwarted by a huge storm...

but found salvation at "Woody's - wood fired pizzas" -they had a sign that said free wi-fi and I was sold. But what they DIDN'T tell me was that they had TV's at every table:

which I thought was disgusting and was another chink in the breakdown of the American interpretation of quality meal time, as enjoyed by families the world over... So I turned mine off in silent protest. That was, of course, until I saw at someone elses table that they had the Simpsons on - and fuck it, I turned the damn thing back on... woohoo!

Well, the storm is getting worse, and I am still hoping to push through to Laramie Wyoming tonight, but it's not looking too good. Whatever, the bike seems to be running tough, so the rest is up to me.

part 02:

(see photos below...)

ok, ok, so I'm in Bozeman, Montana - hanging out with my grandmother, great aunt and my other two aunts... My grandmother makes great guacamole and the best homemade chicken sandwiches... main ingredient? love, of course. and cuz she's awesome. she also taught me my new favorite word: solecism. It's rad because it's something we both hate.

solecism P Pronunciation Key (sl-szm, sl-)
n.
1. A nonstandard usage or grammatical construction.
2. A violation of etiquette.
3. An impropriety, mistake, or incongruity.

I also almost got in a bar fight with a pro rodeo bull rider and team roper (no shit, dude even had the belt buckle to prove it) because I gave his girlfriend a ride on my triumph. oops. But hey! It was her birthday and shit, I knew her first... and I asked him first, and he said ok, but theres something about watching your girl ride off on the back of a motorcycle (with a guy like me) thats gotta get under your skin, no matter what you say at first.

haha, I win.

I am off to Seattle in the morning, wedding time, free champagne and good times. Capitol Hill Block Party, just fun fun fun.

more later, take a look at this:

notes from the road pt. 02 (Cannes '06)

2007-02-24T22:59:00.000-08:00

these photos loosely recount my trip to France June 18 - 26. I went there to go to the Cannes Lions Festival because a campaign I did last year was entered in the Titanium category (didn't win, but was showcased at the Grand Palais). I was there for the first 5 days, then travelled to Paris with this French actress I met and spent the last couple of days there. Pretty epic little trip, way too fucking short.

do it as hard as you can. all the time.

notes from the road pt. 01

2007-02-24T22:56:00.000-08:00

6/13/06: LA. my friend holly.

and my friend chris.

a quick lunch with bros (best chicken sandwich in LA...)

and good bye LA...

hello NY.

6/12/06: Road trip. Amazing. 80 to 120 mph the whole way, rocking the 8track player with the windows down and the AC on. what. oh, and that last picture IS mt. shasta in upstate CA and that IS the moon. seriously. baby, the moon.

6/10/06: driving my car, a 1973 Jensen Interceptor III from WA to LA. Yesterday, Lummi Indian Reservation, up near canada:

06/01/06: I am leaving tomorrow on a trip of unequalled radness. I am flying to Denver to pick up my 1977 Triumph Bonneville 750 and I am going to ride it up into the Rockies

It's going to be awesome. No talking, no work, no computer, no bullshit. All by myself and I couldn't be more excited....

I saw a little bit of this:

and a little bit of this:

and this:

and this:

and a whole lot of this:

possibly back tuesday and super fucking bummed about it because I miss this:

already.

this is. how. i do.

2007-02-24T22:46:00.000-08:00

nokia commercial shoot, new york city, 2006

you can see it here

directed by wyatt neumann