We love the ocean, I didn’t grow up by the ocean, I’m a city kid, but I want to grow old by the ocean.
Early morning, coffee buzz.
The light haze in the air is coming from a giant fertilizer spray (upper left corner), Zippy told me it was cow poo and that she wasn’t too keen on walking underneath it, but I convinced her it would look cool.
This was in New Zealand, I love New Zealand. The water is always freezing.
In the middle of central Otago, New Zealand. No one was in sight, we wanted to run on bales of hay so badly as they were perfectly aligned for miles down the side of a field.
Iceland, I was invited to come on a fashion shoot Zippy was doing, the photographer even encouraged me to take photos while he was shooting. So I did.
Iceland is a surreal place.
Don’t recall where this was. Some fairytale land.
Our dear friend Shayne Allen let us stay at his house up in the northern beaches of Sydney for a couple months.
They don’t know how these rocks got to have such a perfectly circular shape, they’re scattered all over this one beach in NZ. What I like is that the shadow makes it look like a giant snail.
Zippy was cleaning and cooling off her friend Amico
Australia, something about the light there is so golden, I love it.
Freezing on a black sand beach in Iceland
Smoking has always looked cool and sexy, Zippy doesn’t smoke anymore but that’s ok.