The treasure will likely be his death.
road trip
Hiding from authority. This summer, we've spent more nights sleeping outside, under the stars than inside our tents. #surfbagsandsleepingbags
Too sick to see, I follow this dried out stream.
Both guys think they are hard as fuck. I’ve been taking a crack at them this whole trip. Trying to soften them up, as they try and harden me. They think I’m too nice.
Up on Monster Children from my Point Of Discomfort essay.
Well Traveled photo essay up on Herschel Supply Co. Go have a look.
With the Coastline at our side it doesn’t take much to get by.
Slowly you fade.
"Will was looking at the dirt when his voice rose just audibly above the others, “My dad died two years ago.” It was particularly poignant because, while he felt like a close friend, I didn’t know much about his story. I’d only spent a few days crushed next to him on the road. The crew was taking a couple of days rest at his childhood home in Seattle before heading back to Vancouver. It had been awhile since he had stepped between his house’s old walls, which no longer had any photographs hanging on them. His ratty frame was a fresh six beers deep and taking strange steps, but I knew that he had chosen this time in particular to say something about his father. Five days on the road together was enough. I’m sure he was still reeling from that weighty overloaded sensation that accompanies taking in over 3,000 kilometers of distinct planet. Apparently a road trip will do that to you. The reality of not having an inch of privacy is juxtaposed with that infinite freedom that can only come from having time to do whatever the hell it is that you want to do, and a wheel and some tires that will take you wherever the fuck it is that you want to go. Thoughts that once felt sincerely personal begin feeling intimately free and space around you fills in as your head throbs with the thought, “Fuck it all, I’m out here.” There was a sense of solidarity in the failures of our trip, and I knew that once rested we would get in the car and we would have to drive again." -Sasha Barkans
An excerpt from “Water In The fuel”. Featured on Desillusion magazine with support from Sitka
"This is why the road trip is dying. Driving loses its novelty with consistent scenery and without a swell, the only high is found reveling in that feeling of invincibility that comes with rolling into a new town with five dirty friends, laughing at the soft insults slung your way by strangers as they acknowledge your youth. You grow tired of sleeping in dirt and only smelling the ocean’s brine, the feeling of being lost with a head inflated with substance and scenery is only as enjoyable if the rest of the car feels the same – and in our case, the census was out. You begin to chase that ability to feel weird and alive and look upon a new place with ignorant eyes but you soon realize that the highway has rendered many towns similar.”- Sasha Barkans.
An excerpt from “Water In The fuel”. Featured on Desillusion magazine with support from Sitka
"But for those that want to live what’s between point-a and point-b, the road trip is the only way." -Sasha Barkans
An Excerpt from “Water In The Fuel”. Featured on Desillusion magazine with support from Sitka.
http://www.dslmag.com/v6/2013/12/01/water-in-the-fuel-exclusive-story/
Let the mountains fall, but don’t let them fall on me.
Featured on Desillusion magazine x Sitka.
Water In The Fuel.
There is still something hiding under my bed.
Featured on Desillusion magazine x Sitka.
Water In The Fuel.
Water In The Fuel - Exclusive story up on Desillusion magazine. Check out new work by Sasha Barkans and I!
Our Water In The Fuel story is now being featured on DESILLUSION! Head over to see a batch of new 35mm work and words by Sasha Barkans and myself. Thank you Sitka for providing the wardrobe…
I was driving through the California Redwoods with these guys and turned around and said “Yo I got an idea for a shot, but you guys might not be down for it.” Then I told them I had been envisioning this big beautiful redwood deep in the forest that had a slice of light beaming through the rooftop onto It. And that I wanted them to all get naked and link hands. The boys one by one were like “Yea, sure whatever you want man.” An hour later we found the tree. This photograph is exactly how I had envisioned the scene coming together.
Today we woke up late, and hungover. That doesn’t mean shit around here though cause the light is only visible by 9:30am now. We drove three hours to do some sightseeing, went to a couple water falls, fed the horses, visited a few towns, and went for a surf. Iceland looks like what Bon Iver sounds like. It is deep, heavy, and emotional. We have all traveled quite a bit, and agreed that this is the most amazing place in the world. No sugar coating. We got talking about how happy we were with ourselves in life. That we were all doing what we wanted in life. That we could all die happy today. Later I was singing out load over top of Logans jibber jabber and Mike was staring out the window watching the landscapes change. I knew he wasn’t paying attention to Logan or I. He turned the music off, and looked at me with glazed eyes and said “I’m not going to lie boys…” I thought he was angry. Then he cut Logan off again by saying “I just realized how content I am right now, and I just shed a tear”.
POINT OF DISCOMFORT PLAYLIST:
Byegone- Valcano Choir
Perth- Bon Iver
Walkin On A Pretty Daze- Kurt Vile
Revival- Soulsavers
Gobbledigook- Sigur Rós
It’s Not My Fault, I’m Happy- Passion Pit
Pay For Me- The National
Broke- Modest Mouse
Intro- M83
The John Wayne- Little Green Cars
Down In The Valley- The Head And The Heart
Rows Of Houses- Dan Mangan
Suite Judy Blue Eyes- Crosby, Stills, & Nash
Driving in the dark through a blizzard, with -4 gusty winds in effect. Logan Landry suites up for a wicked fucking 12-15+ ft day in Iceland!
Point of Discomfort.
I’m off to ICELAND to meet up with a couple friends to surf some jumbo waves. Fallow Along with #PointOfDiscomfort on instagram! First time shooting color film in years.
So much time to reflect.
Red lights mean you’re leaving, white lights mean you’re returning. We’re just driving and driving and driving.
Cooking on the side of the road heading south on the 101.
#waterinthefuel