Logan Landry patiently waiting on the crew
Logan Landry, Kevin Schulz Sepp Bruhwiler & photographer Liam MacDonald suiting up.
Kevin Schulz
Kevin Schulz meeting Pete Devries for the first time. Logan mediates.
Kevin laying with Ellie his talisman for the week.
Logan Kevin and I having an eyes closed drawing competition with bikes, peni, flowers, vaginas and surfboards being thrown down.
Logan Landry waiting it out.
I spent the past week hanging out with 20 year old, San Clemente, pro surfer, Kevin Schulz before, during, and after his win at the Rip Curl Pro Tofino. For most of the locals in town, this was their first time witnessing Kevin’s light footed style, and for many, that was when they threw in the towel.
Photography navigated my life through the bullshit, allowing me to secretly expressed myself in a less harmful way than drinking and adrenaline. I placed undertones of anxiety, loss and regret in my work, while relating to my surroundings. By telling my story through photos and words it allowed me to connect with a lot of people who normally wouldn’t open up. Photography gave me a golden ticket into these people's homes and minds. Words & photography extract from "Bad Reputation", a new piece Published (in print) for Desillusion Magazine.
Hiding from authority. This summer, we've spent more nights sleeping outside, under the stars than inside our tents. #surfbagsandsleepingbags
It was either the heat of the sun or the fact that I had just destroying everyone in a game of Settlers Of Catan, but everyone was hot as balls. With zero convincing, we jumped up, slapped the sand from our asses and paddled out into the surf in boardshorts and cutoffs. Remember, this is British Columbia, not Oaxaca, so the waves are small and cold year round. I wish I could show you the juxtaposition of everyone else wearing wetsuits booties, gloves, hoods but that shot didn’t turn out... After shooting a few laughs with my 35mm thrift store reusable waterproof film camera, I surfed one in with my shorts on my head.
Left alone, while the rest of the area is deforested, a family of trees huddle together.
Behind the scenes of our Exploring The Cold Coast story.
The first time I surfed was seven years ago. It was here in Tofino with four strangers, one of whom was Eliel Hindert. A small, bouncy, and enthusiastic professional skier, Eliel welcomed me into his car to ride the ferry, where I fell asleep under a row of seats with a newspaper as a pillow. The old, beat up car was parked below us, packed like a Tetris game. Looping through each door several times was one single piece of rope that secured the four pink and yellow sponge-top surfboards. When we arrived just outside of town, we set up camp and ate canned beans beside the local dump. The next morning, we bobbed on our rental surfboards like wet rats floating on driftwood. We were hooked.
Behind the scenes of our Exploring The Cold Coast Story, up on National Geographic Adventure.
Logan Landry is a closet redneck. He’s a skinny loud one. He tinkers with his dirt bikes while his friends smoke inside the garage. He hunts, throws knifes and likes to race his minivan. He hates vegetables, slow drivers and has considerable distaste for hippy philosophy. I think it makes him uncomfortable.
Point Of Discomfort feature on Monster Children
There’s a lot of other shit in between that still needs to be taken apart and put together. If you focus all your energy chasing glassy bumps, at age 50 you’ll end up living in a Balinese hostel, surrounded by backpacking Germans half your age, evading fraud, talking California pride and how your ex wife’s a bitch. If you think life’s all about surfing—it’s not. Then, alone, we paddled out to sea.
New Point Of Discomfort essay from ICELAND up on the Monster Children website.
Iceland’s existence is in a constant state of flux. Nothing is permanent: good or evil. Nine a.m. sunrise. So far I haven’t shot much film this trip until today. My mind’s been fixated on looking out the window and staring at the vast surroundings. It has a familiar feeling of an ex lover’s body in bed. Her angry contours, dotted with abrupt scars of the past intrigue me. I catch her breath as she invites me in. She intensifies my spirit. Then the fear rushes back as she makes me vulnerable again. An excerpt from the Point Of Discomfort article on Monster Children.com. Go to my profile to view the link. Xo.
We brake camp as the cold cracks our skin. Headed deeper into foreign land; onto native land.
Check the rest of the story out at www.herschelsupply/blog
Check out my Well Traveled photo essay I did for Herschel Supply Co. !!!
Alex Guiry is a lifestyle and surf photographer. His photography plays off his interest in eastern philosophy, nature, and uncomfortable yet seductive subject matter. Join his journey and enjoy the Strait of Juan de Fuca below…
Following the twisting roads that line the Strait of Juan de Fuca, some friends and I set out to learn something new. Every week we road trip, camp, and surf, but when the ocean goes flat so do our minds. Deep in the cut with no working waves we were introduced to the silver lining. Fishing.
