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.

"I have faith in the scotch".

Staci, Steal A Ride. Working on a collaborative photo/moto installation with some friends for Tyler's house. More later.

"...we've done it before and we can do it some more..." Fashion Week, SS/11. Final edit. Get into it.

Netflix this shit. James Nachtwey is a fucking bad ass.

Riding season's winding down; building season's rapidly approaching.