Scoped the new soon-to-be-office-slash-studio this afternoon. It comes with free scavengers --- stoked.

Been in NYC for two weeks running a camera for a documentary project based around NY Fashion Week. Eventually I'll get around to posting some of that. For now, I can't think of a better way to be welcomed back to Utah than 2 feet of fresh and a dixie-cup overpass-greeting intended for someone else. Thanks... it's good to be back.

Dear Film Loving Hipsters; I'm packing for Fashion Week... all this, or one 5D MKII?

(I'm a fool, it all goes. On the right, the reason I don't shoot much film these days - it just takes up space in my cheese drawer. Your AE-1 Program don't impress me much. Not pictured, the Hassie... Jac just borrowed it.)

Wow, it's already that time again. The most fashionable of all weeks commences shortly... stay tuned for the documentation.

The Wolf Moon.

My little brother is a fucking badass. He came out of the Air Force a few years back after a 6 year stint turning wrenches on C-5's and C-17's. As soon as he was discharged, he scored a job as a bushpilot in Alaska, delivering pizzas, medicine, or whatever else to towns like that one in 30 Days Of Night. The company he works for is now being featured on The Discovery Channel's new show, Flying Wild Alaska, premiering tonight. Tune in... I love that little fucker.

X Mas. Tulum, Mexico.

Two good friends, both amongst 8 of the best snowboarders on the planet invited to compete in ESPN's video-only X-games competition - "Real Snow" - where they were asked to produce a one minute video segment during the early season... go check the videos. And vote. I hope to see both my homies in the final bracket, at which point I'll stand back and let the kids decide.

Check it out HERE.

New website, dropping soon.

Merry Christmas. The fog is neat. Blandscapes, comin' down the mountain.

Over the past week, Harley Davidson's Dark Customs division has been dropping mini-galleries including intakes and outtakes from my upcoming books, focused on the transient life of riding motorcycles with my beautiful friends. Check the first batch out here, here and here.

An 8 minute jam for smokes just turned into a 2 hour solo exploration of the mountains above my house. It's fucking beautiful out today.

Dear Hip Art Directors: Please stop showing me Vans that I haven't seen before. My chick thanks you in advance. OTW, FTW.

From the archives: Corey and Ashley, in my bed.

Hanger, paperclip, bars, stars and stripes in the shadow of a Heidelberg.