Another epic festival in my birth place Figueira da Foz, Portugal. Beau Young, Lola Mignot, Jordan Spee… from America to Japan, good guys. Live music at the beach, free beer, barbecues, rocknroll and art at the garage… Djs. Everything. Checkout the pics:
me an bruno rodrigues exhibition
beau and ze
kiko and friends
me and jumbo
karina and lola
luis and the raia
“Life is trouble. Only death is not. To be alive is to undo your belt and *look* for trouble.” Zorba the Greek
Spent this beautiful day among friends, waves and dogs. Maroln Lipke and Luca Guichard got 1st and 2nd. Amazing sunset. Nice Ice tea and watermelon. Good job with organizing this event Francisco Canelas!
big wave legend
The nortada finally stoped and we had fun waves all day. A bit crowded, but it´s summer…
Here is Elisa, had no idea she painted a couple of pictures I took in Indonesia some years ago. Phil Goodrich has painted one for me before, but this was such a nice surprise. It was good to leave Algarve and drive through Portugal, catching up with old friends like Miguel Ruivo (Elisa´s boyfriend), Tiago Oliveira, Eurico Gonçalves, etc.
“Do Not Build Fortresses to Protect Yourself – Isolation is Dangerous”
Cycles of life we lose ourselves in without taking a minute to question where we stand. Work, sleep, eat repeat is one of the most dreadful cycles that I’ve often been caught up in. Destructive to the mind and body, no time to have a moment with my own thoughts for weeks. I’m in love with cooking and passionate about creating, so when offered a position to change a menu with full creative control I was head over heels. Thus the cycle began, working 6 days a week, sometimes 16 hour days followed by laying in bed not able to turn off that side of my mind, then the dreams. Waking up with brilliant ideas or screaming that the humus tasted like shit, not much rest to say the least. You don’t realize what you’re doing to yourself when your head is down, working yourself crazy. Stress crawls up your…
Enjoying the silly season in Praia da Rocha with top friend Mazari Zoio. Waves were small, but spirits were high. The trouble was rubbing your shoulders with the bathing tourists in front of you. Had a surf and then shot this talented lady. No leashes allowed!
My Vespa keys mystireously disapeared and reapeared after this session, hmm. Stranger than fiction…