Posts Tagged ‘trevor moran photography’

Freaks, Beaches, and Slobs

Tuesday, July 12th, 2011

It’s 97 degrees, the waves are knee high, and I’ve shelved my underwear for the next few weeks.  This can only mean one thing – Summer is finally here!

Scrot sweat and grovel sessions aside, summer also means one more thing: PARTY TIME!  Problem is, where should we party?  I’ll tell you where.  Someplace excessively warm. A place where the Budweiser flows like wine. Where uber-tanned fake brested women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano. I’m talking about a little place called Margate.   Thats where Waynestock Beachstock was being held this past Saturday.

Beachstock sounds rad – live bands, good food, drinks on the beach, and lots of Gucci sunglasses.  It’s an all day affair, the highlight being the 3pm tow-at demo put on by the Heritage Team mere feet from oblivious swimmers.  With waist to chest high waves, clean conditions, and open sun, this year’s demo was prepping to be an epic one too.  Unfortunately, the winds came onshore, a tow rope was run over crippling one ski, and I parked at the wrong street and had to walk 2 miles on the beach and missed half the action.

At any rate, the Heritage Team knows how to put on a good show, and although it wasn’t perfect there were still plenty of tibia thrashing theatrics for the gaudy onlookers to enjoy.  Below is “Flyin” Ian Bloch, “Sandy Andy” Gesler, Jamie “Hard J” Moran, and “Slammin” Scott Drages.

Whip it good.

Satan Spawns are common occurrence in South Jersey

Only problem is that it waist high

Forget all these grabs and rotations, the new decade is all about the straight airs

Alley-oops are back too

Couldn't tell if they're directing an airplane or doing the Macarena

Drages' patented maneuver - high speed nosedive

This is actually pretty sick.

Only in Margate can a fro like that pick up ladies

Jamie Spotting that Landing

Freestylin Feetus Air

(Come back for comment - need to look this up)

Ankle Annihilator

Kinda Babes and Sorta Waves

Brace for impact

Go Pro fo sho

Cover-Rage Coursing through my Veins

Tuesday, June 28th, 2011

Last November, we got one of the last good south swells of the fall before heading into full on 6mil winter conditions.  As per usual, Ocean City was decent, but overall mediocre so my brothers and I jumped into our black Murano convoy and aimed north.  We ended up settling on our typical spot, about half a mile south of the jetty hopping crowd.  Knowing it was one of the last swells before water turns freezing and I’d be flopping my hands around in lobster claws trying to “paddle”, I decided to spend the morning and mid day surfing.

After a few hours, the typical haze that plagues that spot started to form.  Somehow it knows the exact path of the sun and with no other clouds in the sky, there manages to be a strip that blocks it all day and creates flat light which is less than optimal for shooting.  Typically I would be over shooting, but a few weeks earlier I had decided to pick up a new flash and housing so I decided to give it a swim in the evening.

Man did that end up being a good idea.  I’m pretty sure that single three hour swim resulted in more coverage then I’ve ever gotten in all my years of shooting combined.  First, there was an immediate Surfline swell gallery which ran many of the non-print-worthy shots, but those galleries typically get 50,000 views and most riders now have Surfline as part of their photo incentive contracts.  Jamie, Rob, Chris and Zack all got shots run in that one and hopefully got a little bit of cash from their sponsors for it.

Since that first Surfline run, I’ve sold photos from that day for an O’neill poster of Zack, a Billabong poster of Rob, and had a full page run in the Surfers Journal.   For those who don’t know, Jeff Divine  (OG surf photographer) is the photo editor of The Surfers Journal and getting a full page shot run by him has been the pinnacle of my surf photo career without a doubt.  The latest to get run from that swim was a flash feature in ESM which netted Brad a full page shot, and Jamie the cover shot when, by the grace of allah, the sun snuck out from under a cloud and I was able to get the lighting I hoped for all afternoon.

I couldn’t be more stoked to see everyone get great coverage from this day.  These guys all shoot with me often – trusting their time, jobs, and in some cases lives knowing that I will perform on the other side of the lens.  Admittedly, I don’t have as much pull with magazines and brands as other shooters do, but this crew continues to stick with me and it’s something I remember and appreciate.  When shots do get run, not only does it make me stoked to see my work in print, but to let the guys I’m shooting with know that there is an end product to all the hustling and madness we put ourselves through.

Thanks to everyone who has helped along the way with getting these photos run, and all the people who have taken the time and initiative to give feedback on the work – we see it all.  Hopefully this recent run will build my street cred even more with the editorial and advertising worlds and enable us all to continue to expand our Jersey surf empire and bring more visual treats and stories to those who aren’t fortunate enough to live it with us firsthand.

First Jersey ESM cover in a looong time.

Full page in The Surfers Journal - I got sucked over the falls in the next frame

Brad's Full Page in ESM - He's searching for sponsors people!

Not from our Super Session, but older one of Zack in Indo - Full Page ESM this Issue

A Cover is a Cover

Tuesday, February 1st, 2011

So the new ESM is out now.  Amazingly I got the cover shot!  Well… I shared the title with 142 other cover shots, but nonetheless my shots are still on the cover.

ESM is celebrating its 20th year, and in honor of that they’ve made a mega collage of all kinds of former covers.  From my calculations, its damn near every cover they’ve ever had, but of course I’m stoked to be one of the people that have contributed to the success of that mag, which in turn has lead to success in my own photo career.

Bonus treat, check out the double page spread that Ocean Minded put out featuring other SC members Jamie, KR, and Chris.  Rich McMullin and I split the visuals – I got the portraits of Jamie and Chris as well as Jamie’s action shot.  Pretty stoked on this issue!

See the whole issue here: http://www.easternsurf.com/ISSUES/ESM_ISSUE_150/index.html

January 2011 issue of ESM

Top left, Highlighted in Red

The original cover for the a 2006 issue featuring Jersey.

Luckily I got extra use out of the Sears Fall Catalog shots I did with Jamie.

Double Dip of Rip

Friday, January 28th, 2011

For the first time in a long time, I actually got to see a decent wave break in Jersey.  Seems like there were decent waves for two days out of the past two and a half months, and both days I had other photoshoot commitments I couldn’t break – much to my dismay.  Thankfully I got my priorities in order this week, and managed to make sure I had off on Thursday, knowing there would be good waves, and probably snow on the beach – a sure bet money making combo.

Come Wednesday night, it was clear that Thursday morning was going to be hell.  At 10pm, I brushed a few inches of snow off my car and headed out to pick up some pizza.  When I peeped out the door at 11pm, the snow I brushed off was replaced by literally 5 inches of snow.  5 inches in ONE hour.  Sweet.

I love snow – it covers up the dirt and grime of the city, and temporarily alleviates the hell that is living in a concrete jungle with below freezing overcast weather.  The city turns into a circus and comical situations go down around every corner.  Just the sight of mustache wielding hipsters sketching out trying to ride their fixed gears through slush makes my heart glow.  Best part is that I have a car with all wheel drive, and I’m not a complete retard, so driving in the snow usually isn’t that bad – FYI if you turn your steering wheel all the way over or are heavy on the gas pedal, you’re gonna have a bad time.

Woke up at 5:30am on Thursday morning and started checking the models, buoys, weather reports, road cameras, and Facebook (status updates are surprisingly one of the best wave reporting services I know of).  It was a dicey call, and I admit I did take a 15 minute nap to think it over / let my brother get a head start so I wasn’t checking every beachbreak on the Jersey coast.  Like a true city dweller, I used a broom to get the snow off my car – 18 inches, and only took a half hour.  The roads weren’t too shabby, until I got into Camden County.  Camden, I know you’re bankrupt but if you’re going to plow the roads at all, you might as well lower the plow to the ground, rather than plow the top 10 inches and leave 5 inches of hard packed slush on the road.  I’m not even talking about just back roads either, it was just as bad on 295 – an interstate highway and I’m going 23mph.  Blowing it.

3 Hours, multiple middle fingers, a sore voice from screaming at people, a near 40mph T-boning, and an ultimate punk rock playlist later, I rolled up to the infamously ironic “don’t label this in photos” spot.  Overhead and clean with snow on the ground and light offshore winds, not a soul out.  Praise Allah!  I actually had plans to be back in Philly at 1pm, so I thought I would only have time to shoot for an hour and be out so I didn’t bring a board or wetsuit.  I’m an idiot.  Of course the 1pm appointment got cancelled and I was able to hang around all day, but I only had gear to shoot land.

Come evening, I remembered the other plus of having 18 inches of snow on the ground – Urban shredding!  Hopped back in the car, waved to the friendly folks of Asbury Park, and headed back to the City of Brotherly Loathe.  After a quick peek of the Volcom contest – which was an awesome event: epic waves, slippa whacks, and freakin Wiggolly Dantas! – I headed out to Museum Mountain.  Urban shredding isn’t easy; you have to dodge police and security cameras, avoid sledding groms, and really get creative about how you can stunt off usually benign buildings.  Luckily I was with motivated crew, and although we’re not the Forum team of 2001, we still manage to get pretty wild out there.  We set up a few hits, got on a rail / wall or two, and capped the night at 1am with a dicey chute run that was never meant to ever be ridden down.

All said and done, it was a super long, very tiring, and productive day.  Check below to see some of the results, and hopefully I will be able to get the better shots (not shown here) run in some form or another.  Keep an eye out for the next snow storm as I’m sure we’ll get get more work done.  Oh wait, its literally snowing again as I write this.  Outta my way awkward neighbors shoveling snow from infront of your car and dumping infront of mine – Rocky statue here I come!

Bring It On.

Beautiful day to surf

Empty Tube.

Empty Tube #2.

Jamie may not have made this one...

When its cold, spitting tubes don't feel all that good.

Hope Ocean City was good and uncrowded...

He looks confused because this is when I told him I had to poop so badly that I didn't think I could make it to the car.

Occupied Tube.

Occupied Tube #2.

Thats some nice denim too.

Brad looking like hes escaping from prison

Wall Sliding - almost as fun as Ass Sliding.

Jesse's repertoire is a bit more old school - Indy Nosebone

Terje Haakonsen

Alex's Indy / Heisman

Safety Shifty? You got it.

Who's this Bad Mofo that keeps hitting me up?

Trust me that gap is huuuuuge.

This is the real art at the museum

Shout out to reader "BUllshitt": he wanted proof of our stories. See B? Proof it actually snowed!

Hot Bajan Invasion

Saturday, January 1st, 2011

First off, it’s pronounced “Bay-Shun”.

People tend to get sentimental around the holidays.  We look back on the past year and reflect on both the good and bad.  Its human nature to remember the good times as being better than they really were, but in reality there are plenty instances where the good times really were that good.  This was the case with a quick trip I took down to Barbados last month.

My brothers, Chris Kelly, and Zack Humphreys and myself all jumped on a flight to go catch a NW shot of swell, hoping we’d score the West Coast of the island.  Between the five of us, we thought we’d combed through every inch of that island on past trips.  Turns out we were wrong as we still managed to find a few nooks that we’d never surfed before, and it was firing.  No need to rant about it, it was good, see the lineup below.

I realized that I’d never posted these photos as they’ve been locked up in hopefully getting run in print.  Still some of them are held up in that process, but when I got all sentimental this week, and started combing through old photos, these were ones I stayed on for a bit longer than others.  It was a shorter trip than I would have liked, and far from perfect, but it was undeniably fun and I’m ready to go back.

This was also the last time I was in the ocean – good god I need to get out of town and into warm water.

The first wave we checked

Jamie was out there quickly

Yep, time to go back.

Cannonball!

Tuesday, November 9th, 2010

We surfed quite a heavy wave this past weekend swell.  I’ll be getting the real action shots out for editorial and ads, but in the mean time, you can preview the best bails we have to offer.

Chris Kelly

Brad

Gesler

Gesler (scroll down for result)

Brad

Jamie 1

Jamie 2

Quiz

Gesler

New Friend

Brad

Saw that one coming

Son of a Huntington Beach

Tuesday, September 28th, 2010

As per Jamie’s post, we spent the past week in Cali for the Shop Challenge contest.  Leaving firing East Coast, we were greeted in typical Huntington style by inconsistent thigh high surf.  The waves didn’t provide much opportunity to shoot action, but luckily I was armed to the teeth, ready for every lifestyle shot.  Bonus video will be coming along soon to wrap out or story – just gotta edit it all together.

Hat

Somewhere In the Middle of the Desert

Remember 1998 when every kid on your block had a pair of $100 Oakleys? This is where that $100 paid for.

Pretty sure I saw Batman fly by

Gesler on TMZ

Probably the best interview session I've ever heard

No detail left behind

Good luck rolling in there without a pass

Going over the early morning game plan

The Gruesome Twosome

Vagrants under the Pier

No lack of contest prep

Faced with the reality of the conditions, it was tough getting stoked that early

Zack getting it up near 11 oclock

Jamie slashing his way to a 2.14

Tag Team (Not the "Whoop there it is!" kind)

Floating towards failure

Gesler posted the highest score of a 6

Ian surfed last, waves were less than reeling

Preheat warm up - making the best of it

After the contest, we got to work on making it a productive trip

Gesler flew to cali with an empty board bag and filled it up after a trip to the Lost factory

Who knew you could corrupt a Johnny Rockets?

Sun was out for a total of 6 hours, the rush was on

Free wine from 5-6 every day? See ya tomorrow!

62 degrees and cloudy, fire pit was needed to warm our feet

Candy Crew Covert Ops

Tuesday, September 21st, 2010

Desert Bunker

More to follow…

Igor: Walk this Way

Monday, September 13th, 2010

No, THIS way…

The most famous Igor

Is it just me, or is it impossible not to make fun of a storm named Igor?  Probably won’t be as funny when a category 5 storm nails the East Coast, but until then we have a full week to get in the Igor jokes.

Let the hyping begin

Storm Tracker? Ghostbusters? Igor lures all the freaks out of hiding and onto the parkway.

Bonus Audio: http://www.mp3rocket.com/mp3/39_00/CKY-Hans-its-Igor.htm

His name was Earl

Wednesday, September 8th, 2010

Danielle was beautiful.  We saw her the moment she walked into the room.  She paced around for a bit, then finally set her line, eyeing us up from across the bar.  There hadn’t been too much action recently, so naturally we walked over, bought her a drink.  We invested a lot of time getting to know Danielle, dumping time and money into her, really interested in where she was going next.  We had heard from trusted sources that she was gonna be hanging out for a bit, and was really into having a good time with us.  She said she would meet us at the next bar, and we were frothing for some action.  Danielle never showed up.

Fresh into our depression from Danielle we became a bit jaded.  The hunt for Danielle was fun and all, but when she didn’t put out, it kinda sucked.  At that point we were desperate, waiting for anything fun to play with.  Thats when Earl walked in the room.  He was big and burly, much stronger than Danielle.  Earl looked promising, but we didn’t really know which way he would go, and after the energy we put into hunting Danielle, we weren’t ready to get let down again.  We heard some guys next to us say they were going to another bar up North in hopes that Earl would come their way.  A few other guys went over and sat down right next to Earl, getting as close as possible thinking that would be the best way to experience him.  We stayed put and waited.  We let Earl come to us.

We played with Earl all day and night.  His force lived up to expectations, even if he was a little bit rough around the edges at first.  The second and third sessions were better though, he calmed down a bit and, though less intense, we had more fun.  Our stamina was low from lack of recent activity and Earl wore us out.  We slept like a rock that night.

Come morning Earl was gone, leaving us unexpectedly as we slept.  We heard he found our other prospect, Fiona, and the two of them sprinted North together.  He left with little more than trace signs that he had been here.  The energy he brought was gone, replaced by a crisp haunting wind – a reminder that summer is now over, and we are, yet again, alone wanting more.

Jamie

KR

Jamie

Ocean City

Jamie

Silver Surfer

Gesler

KR

Jamie

Jamie

KR

Dean

KR

Be Rad

NOTE: This isn’t a tale of coming out of the closet, just didn’t want to subject readers to yet another hurricane story featuring “golden brown Jersey water” or “waves you drew on your notebook in school” or “barrels you could park a truck in”.  Get over it ya squares.