TRANSIT COLLECTIVE

Happy New Year

2012-01-05T10:55:00.001-08:00

Happy New Year from Transit Collective on Vimeo.

Part 2

2012-01-05T10:54:00.000-08:00

Matt Ladley- Breckenridge Nike Open Dew Tour - Part 2 from Transit Collective on Vimeo.

BIG THINGS

2011-12-22T22:02:00.000-08:00

Matt Ladley Breckenridge Nike Open Dew Tour - Part 1 from Transit Collective on Vimeo.

SLASH!!

2011-11-25T11:37:00.000-08:00

With all the trick variations out there in the world of shred, there is something to be said about the simple act of blasting a good turn, which sends a tower mass of water debris in a pre-determined direction. Time and time again, I just don't seem to get tired of a good ole fashioned SLASH. Winter is here, let em rip. boom.

This is today.

2011-03-12T08:46:00.000-08:00

This was today.

2011-03-09T21:17:00.000-08:00

This was today.

2011-03-08T22:27:00.000-08:00

This was today.(yesterday)

2011-03-08T08:32:00.000-08:00

This was today.

2011-03-06T21:26:00.001-08:00

This was today.

2011-03-05T22:24:00.000-08:00

sketch

This was Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.

2011-03-05T08:09:00.000-08:00

This was today.

2011-03-01T16:20:00.001-08:00

And this was a week ago...

This was yesterday.

2011-03-01T09:36:00.000-08:00

This was today.

2011-02-27T22:07:00.001-08:00

This was today.

2011-02-26T18:32:00.001-08:00

I'm Not One To Edit Pictures

2010-09-10T08:51:00.001-07:00

Not only because I don't know how, but because I like to share them with you raw and unfiltered. The way I see it with my own eyes.

Photos were all taken during a two-day 14 mile traverse across numerous peaks in southeast Alaska.

spirit animals

2010-08-29T13:48:00.001-07:00

Seven Words*

2010-08-11T15:32:00.000-07:00

Think globally

Act locally

Act daily

Think longevously

winter dreamin' --getting the itch.

2010-08-10T23:37:00.000-07:00

Two Lines

2010-08-08T14:10:00.000-07:00

I exposed my third eye,

She refused to open hers.

Laziness in the Ad world

2010-07-23T16:54:00.000-07:00

Whoever was in charge of this campaign should run and hide. I hope there is some sort of backlash, but I doubt there will be. And shame on the studio musicians who "created" the music for it. Here is the original. You only have to listen to the first 30 seconds to get the idea.

And here is the regurgitated nonsense that Michelin put out.

Born Free

2010-07-15T21:11:00.000-07:00

This is one of the best music videos ever done. M.I.A. teamed up with Romain Gavras who did the "Stress" video for Justice and their documentary "A Cross the Universe". The political thread of this with the Arizona "show me your papers" law is obvious but it's also just executed perfectly. Seriously watch this

M.I.A. "Born Free"

transit ak

2010-07-15T20:42:00.000-07:00

"The best moment of the day was to slip into bed with bedlamp over book, and read facing the open patio windows, the stars and the sea. I could also hear it sighing out there." -Kerouac, Desolation Angels.

The newest chapter of my life is in the great north. Alaska is an interesting place--fishermen, hitchhikers, and vagabonds; everyone has a story to tell. I've got a couple mountain summits under my belt including one solo. My legs still shaky from my latest, two short days ago. 22 miles total after work, got back home as it turned pitch black. I sit on my porch and look out to sea and watch the harbor seals playing while they wait for a meal to swim by. The eagles stare down from high up in the hemlock growing tall near the cove.

I've witnessed majestic humpback whales breaching a mere 20 yards off shore. Pods of beautiful orcas passing through the George Inlet, right in my backyard. During a trip back from town on a small skiff owned by a coworker, the motor blew, dead in the water. We managed to paddle back to shore in the fast current and the darkness. We couldn't leave the boat on the rocky beach overnight because of the tide coming and going. Luckily one of us had a single bar of cell reception, enough to call the coast guard. After about and hour or so of shivering on the wet rocks of the beach, they arrived and towed us to the nearest safe haven. And luckily we hitched a ride in about 10 minutes of walking at 1am.

By day, I am a zip line guide, responsible for my self and 9 clients at a time. 2,000 carabeener clips a day, 130 feet off the ground. One miss... well you know the outcome. The pressure keeps me going, oh and the fun part... zipping between trees in the rain forest.

Just down the road is a tiny bar/marina called the hole in the wall. It is the place to be on any given night in Ketchikan. There is one pool table, a piano, and a wood burning stove that always has the place warm and cozy. There are only three bartenders that work there and you have the choice of pbr or rainier for 3.50$ or alaskan for 4.50$. The walls are littered with aging photographs of old friends, huge catches, and good times. They have about 150 dollars in dollar bills with names and things written all over them. From people passing through, "On my way to Nome" one reads, to lovers, and friends. Transit is sitting in between the end of the bar and the wood burning stove, a small but common gathering place. Things are good up in Alaska.

great delay

2010-07-07T10:07:00.001-07:00

SO, we have all had our share of delays while traveling. For me, July 4th, 2010 takes the cake. It was... AWEsome. It went like this: Board plane in Atlanta at 3:30 pm EST (1:30 pm MST). Fly two and half hours to Denver. Instead of landing in Denver we hold somewhere over Oklahoma and begin circling. Bad weather in Denver. DIA had 'temporarily' shut down all air traffic. More circling. The captain updates us that we will continue in a 'holding' pattern until bad weather clears up. Really it's just more circling. There is a very unsettling feeling when you are on an airplane going nowhere. The light from the sun through the windows slowly spinning around the cabin, over and over. Update from the Capt: we are running very low on fuel. ( I wonder if all this circling has anything to do with it ) We divert to Colorado Springs, for fuel, after a bit more circling. Land around 6:00 pm MST.

On the ground I see about 25 other airplanes, sitting and waiting. Update from Capt: All those planes need fuel. Sitting. Waiting. Drank a soda. Drank a beer... or two. A few hours pass with the occasional update. Peanuts and soda. Text some family. Text some friends. DIA opens back up to incoming flights, but we do not have the fuel to get there, so we sit and wait. Look out the window at some distant backyard fireworks. Stretch my legs, then sit back down. Tension in the plane. Get pulled into a gate and let off people who lived in CO Springs, without their baggage. We can all get off the plane, but if we do, we cannot get back on to fly to Denver. NO food. Peanuts running low. drinks low. Finally get fueled up. Pull out of the gate and back onto the runway, only to stop and wait. DIA, again, halts all incoming flights. More sitting. The man in front of me has a giant cello case. Through conversation with a nice older woman on the plane, we convince the man in front of me to play for everyone. He is hesitant at first, but after a few minutes, agrees to play. He proceeds to serenade everyone in the back of the plane with a piece by one Johan Sebastian Bach. It was sublime. I get goose bumps just recalling it. Morale had done a complete 180. Passengers were applauding. It was just great. Quickly followed by an announcement that they are canceling our flight and we all have to get off. We go back to a gate after some more time and get off.

Now what. After watching the airline representative get completely overwhelmed and freak out a few times, I lay down and enjoy a new found peace and enjoy the endurance it is requiring. At this point, midnight, it is only adding to the story and victory once we finish this journey. Some time later a few buses arrive and we depart to Denver in the middle of the night. Try to sleep. Arrive DIA. Burger King is still open, THANK GOD. First thing to eat in awhile. Grab the shuttle to the Parking lot. Find my car. Find a hotel. Sleep. Final duration was roughly 1:30 pm MST to 3:00 am MST. 13 1/2 hours. For that amount of time I could have flown almost anywhere in the world.

Honestly though, I would do it again to listen to that cello. I can still here Bach echoing with that deep thunderous sound that could be played so delicately. Turns out, that man has won a grammy for his play. Normally it would take a very expensive ticket to listen to him play. But for a broke 26 year old, I just payed in time. We all did. The thing is, how many other hundreds or thousands of people were affected by the weather with their flights? I don't know, alot. But how many of them view it as a good day. Or even, ok. I do. Great even. Who am I to say that I should not have been there. How do I know I didn't want to be there that day. Forget day to day. It's moment to moment. We can plan a day. But we cannot plan moment to moment. Great 4th of July. ( and early 5th)

Craziness.

2010-06-16T13:04:00.000-07:00

W.I.P. @ Mad Creek

2010-05-18T18:56:00.000-07:00

There are few better ways to shake out the mud season emo-phase than honest work. Building a solid FOUNDATION is the modus operandi. Without a solid foundation, the integrity of all future endeavors is compromised. A big thank you to Mikey for the endorsement. BLS

Eye candy:

2010-05-17T23:41:00.000-07:00

no photoshop. no color. no crop. Just sharing my eye candy.

season of emotions

2010-05-05T12:05:00.000-07:00

though i had an exceptional time during my visit to wisconsin with family and old friends playing cornhole and bocci ball, drinking beers and other sorts of tasty beverages, it seems as though i am drug into a state of sorrow and bliss, as well as those around me. i enjoy seeing my folks overjoyed upon my return and i hate to see them cry everytime i leave. it kills me to see. now i fly 10,000 feet above their heads, and the heads of good friends that i will not see for some time. i have a tear in my eye and happiness in my heart as i head off toward the next adventure.

At first light

2010-05-02T22:25:00.000-07:00

The sun peeked over the mountain and pierced through my shabby yet very adequate hut. The walls, laking any real structure, hardly prevent light from the east entering at its leisure. I rise and stretch before I exit my mansion to make my morning coffee in a moss covered lawn. The coals still smouldering from the nights fire are perfect for my morning boil. As the water heats over the coals, I prep a days worth of wood in the climbing sun. No need to stockpile more than that. The routine of it is satisfying enough. As each piece splits from the cool steel of the ax, the water gets warmer and the fire begs for fuel. The warmth of the sun begins to bead sweat on my brow and the stack of lumber seems to be suitable now. I stoke the coals once more as I strain my coffee from the over used pot. The pot that has persevered along this trail the same as I have. The ol' woman tinker in Phippsburg told me it was the sturdiest pot she had owned and didn't want to part with it, but I seemed trustworthy enough. Dollar fifty she announced. I'll give you two, I fired back. The mountain knows no currency and change in my pocket will only get lost without a compass. She seemed even more satisfied. Finally enjoying that first morning sip, I look over my shoulder back through the valley towards her and toast my crude nectar in her honor.

Revolving door of life.

2010-04-27T14:33:00.000-07:00

Not that we've been the most consistent on this blog... but we are currently taking our annual mud season mini vacation. Not that we go anywhere exotic or lavish and party together like a rap video. Most of us take this time to visit family... which can be more intense then russian roulette but hey, it's family. I was going to do a sweet graphic of the US and pinpoint where everybody is, but with my computer a thousand plus miles away, this lame and grammatically incorrect entry will have to do. (which also confirms my thoughts on trading in that big ol' muscle machine for a laptop)
The season was decent even though we got skunked on snow. We came to appreciate the mountains natural features more and the few pow turns we got, will undoubtedly bring us back for another season. I'd like to thank everybody that I shredded with this winter and made it as special as it could be. And to that someone who I didn't get as many days with as I should of: Next year will be more epic anyways... right? It has to be. If we get skunked two years in a row, oh man, I'm switching to a surf bum. That might be a smarter choice anyway. Oceans warming and rising, that means some sick new breaks will be popping up all over... I digress.
This seasonal transition is all ways some what trying, emotionally and financially, but always seems to be worth it. With the change of seasons comes the change of faces. I feel very fortunate to meet a handful of new people every couple of months. Not that people who have settled never get that same feeling, but I feel like the number of times it happens is a lot less frequent. The revolving door of seasonal work is one of the great comedies of life. Some say we're dodging responsibilities, I say they're dodging life. You are not your house, your car, your iphone, your loan payment(self jab). I understand that these will be important someday. SOMEDAY. And I admit that I have dodged some things that I should be more responsible about. And maybe I've even burnt some bridges in my flaunting of this transient lifestyle. But I'm a human with a desire to take what moments I can. That's all. But who are we to give life advice? But to us our success should not be measured by our bank statements, or framed accomplishments, or number of friends(facebook or reality) but by the quality of memories that we've made with those friends and family or in solitary. Yet you know that. I told you we weren't qualified for life advice.

photos of the day.....well the last five actually.

2010-04-18T10:57:00.000-07:00

This is Allen.

He likes cheese.

These are The Mallorys. Good ol' boys from Texas. They come shred/ get rowdy with us every year and they always bring the snow somehow. God bless Texas.

The Phippsburg Community Rummage sale. The ol' ladies are as cool as the shit they peddling.

And this car was in the lot next to the rummage sale.

Then we took the last bit of snow in the shade of our house and had some backyard fun. Decent weather, great people and some blue ribbon beer.

Great Grey Days

2010-04-18T10:37:00.000-07:00

As all the snow melts, I cannot help but look back on footage from the winter. The more snow melts, the better the footage looks. Here's another little piece of last winter for everyone to enjoy. I know I did.

photo of the day...

2010-04-13T12:33:00.001-07:00

photo of the day...

2010-04-12T12:27:00.000-07:00

Photo of the Day....starting...meow.

2010-04-09T19:14:00.000-07:00

The White Room

2010-02-28T13:53:00.000-08:00

This was a powder day like any other.

The White Room - 02/25/2010 from Adam Weitzel on Vimeo.

A cross between Rocky & Rambo... & Stallone

2010-02-15T18:44:00.000-08:00

I'm not a fan of Jersey Shore, but I am a fan of mac.

Buyer beware.

2010-02-03T17:10:00.000-08:00

The show must go on....in Denver. The last seven days have been a smorgasbord of the latest and rarely the greatest. A feast that is force fed with a smile and a hand shake.

Forecasting, trending, spending, allocating, interactive planning; All being bashed around like a pinata. As this industry keeps drowning in its own mediocrity, there are still good things happening. Inventories cleared out, creative visions push forward instead of just the numbers game. This was a welcomed beacon of light:

Now the real work begins.

mikey

2010-01-30T06:32:00.000-08:00

It never ceases to amaze me when our good friend Mikey transforms from the full time carpenter that his is, into the completely nasty pro skier that lives within.

And this one.

2010-01-19T11:59:00.000-08:00

This should be attended.

2010-01-16T06:45:00.000-08:00

LA people NEED to go see these lovely ladies.

Three Years In The Making...

2010-01-14T21:01:00.000-08:00

After countless minutes, hours, days, weeks, weekends, months and now years I can say it is finished product. After countless conversations, arguments, sleepless nights, day after day of hard work put forth I can say we have reached the end mark.....or at least we are darn close.

For all of you who have seen this monstrosity arise into the Steamboat skyline you may wonder what is it like on the inside. I can tell you its quite unique. It's actually a work of art in my mind. A little kick of Western with a mix of modern day interior design; it is sure to catch your eye as you walk in the front doors. With a now $150 million dollar price tag I can certainly say it has been a true pain in the ass. Yep, try pouring a 23,000 cubic yard foundation during a 500" winter. It sucked. It was a challenge. It was in the spotlight. And it took schmoozing not only the Owner, the Ski Corp, the City of Steamboat Springs, the Damn County of Routt, but many many other entities. That's what it is all about tho right? Maybe... but at least now I can reap the reward of the over 7,800 hours worked (personally). I will not hesitate when I say I am glad that this damn building is now built.

Within it's 500,000 sq. ft. sits 80 custom homes, a world class spa, fine dining and many other fine amenities....to many to describe in fact. I only wish I could show it all to you, however, I cant (damn legalities). With that being said here is a sneak peak of what's been accomplished by countless men working countless hours. I can now personally say done and done. Im the eff outta here!! See ya One Steamboat Place.

a series of names, words, or other items written, printed, or imagined one after another...

2010-01-01T23:45:00.000-08:00

soooo everybody is making a list for the year behind us or the year in front of us. Here is my list for right now..... that still gets me through... no particular order:

fall in love with snowboarding....again.
whiskey.
the cycle of colors in retail.
vulcanized.
merchandise plan.
gold leaf prints.
the strong support behind me.
produce something.
Horse & Buggy.
The Gray Kid....still.
Spirit Animal.
Allen Sedlmeier.
Hanson Butchner.
Hidden.
broken hearts.
mended souls.

write your thoughts.

2009-12-16T21:48:00.000-08:00

busy busy busy

breaking the ice, since it IS winter, and there hasn't been a post in a bit.

sore after yet another amazing day of snowboarding. contemplating whether to sleep in and rest my body before work tomorrow or get up early and hit the fresh corduroy. all the roommates talk about their days near the fire, good company. though the snow has not graced us with it's presence much yet this winter, the anticipation haunts. feels like good things. we're gonna go fast...

I welcome you winter.

2009-11-13T22:49:00.000-08:00

Brand Whores?

2009-11-10T21:44:00.000-08:00

So here's the new "trendy thing" in the hipster crowd(Mikey I hope you're taking notes. I expect your spin on it within weeks). The name they gave the a la mode items is retarded: Brand Whores; but apparently reworking a huge corporate logo into your hipster wardrobe makes you in the know.
Thrift store flannel - check
Fixie - check
Too cool to be anywhere - check
Another advertisement but she made an old burger king sweatshirt into a dress - check
Granted it is poking a little bit of fun at these conglomerates, which I quite enjoy but most of the examples I've seen have been pretty lame. One however did seem pretty intelligent to me:

The Illusion that it will last forever.

2009-11-09T22:53:00.000-08:00

Escape was what we wanted.
A performance is what we got.
A cheap trick with no prestige.
Foul taste and bright lights
as the ringmaster abandons his tent.
No refund.
Only a voucher to the next show
coupled with the illusion that it will last forever.

I Dig These...

2009-11-03T20:26:00.000-08:00

greatest music video ever

2009-11-02T20:00:00.000-08:00

wood is the new plastic.

2009-10-27T21:45:00.000-07:00

Not too often does a product stop me in my tracks. These did.

And the maple....

Hand made in portland. Carl Zeiss italian glass. pffff. check out the company behind them..... Shwood

you stay classical

2009-10-26T23:12:00.000-07:00

october

Mikey makes a difference.

2009-10-25T20:47:00.000-07:00

Although he has only posted on this blog ONCE(which my constant badgering still hasn't fixed). Mikey is an integral part of this collective. Dudes actually busier then any of us. While we're on here shouting from our soap box, he's building this:

Yeah. fo reelz.
Mikey gave me a sneak peek at this "little" project. Hopefully he'll get his ass on here and give a little better explanation but for now I'll leave you with these.

:)

2009-10-14T11:59:00.001-07:00

eye candy:

2009-09-28T09:32:00.000-07:00

Magic: Kurtis Carl Jackson

2009-09-11T19:54:00.000-07:00

I found some magic in NZ. 4:15 pm in the afternoon. The Billabong BROdown contest had just finished. It had been a cloudy, icy day for the most part. Everyone is leaving the mountain. Luckily, as a SnowPark Volunteer, my man Lewis left the lift on for 'one more' run. The sun was peaking through, light becoming orange, shadows turning blue. As I am riding up the lift, a photographer named David Peacock was randomly near the big jump. I shouted, and begged for him to take a photo of this final lap through the jump line. After being shut down by every other photographer there on previous days, I had hope but no expectations. I hit the jump, ride away and later gave him my e-mail, "no guarantees." A few days later I get this picture in my e-mail... like magic.

BRAND VS BRAND

2009-09-03T19:59:00.000-07:00

With the recent release of 3, yes 3, new frogskin collabs in the last two weeks I feel a bit disheartened. First obviously some career envy for not being able to pull strings to get oakley to make our TRANSIT edition shades. Though relatively unknown, I still feel aesthetically, we definitely have something to offer. We(the individuals that make up this collective) have had our finger on the pulse of this culture before it was a culture. Even at times when the industry flattened and considered a fading light in a radical world, we marched on with our grand ideas. Ideas that have kept a shop afloat, Ideas that kept the old young, Ideas that have let out a tremendous roar. But back to the point of this. Collaborations by nature should share knowledge and search for a common goal. I feel collaborations these days in streetwear have become so watered down. Eye-catching yes, but have little to captivate for any period of time. They simply become brand recognition tools. Tools that highlight brands that want to sell you other products in their line. It's a lighter with a cigarette brand name on it. Rarely about the actual product, but more about the names that brought you that product. Names that were built by other products. So all & all, I'm satisfied we never got a chance to go to oakley & have them build our shades. Instead I spent countless hours painting them by hand. Sometimes finishing a pair all the way to just before clear coat and starting all over again. It's me in those strokes. It's US in those strokes. Even the people that surround me that aren't are part of TRANSIT are in those strokes. That being said here is one collab I am a fan of. This is when a product transforms.

COLETTE x TIMBERLAND

MAGIC

2009-08-24T02:30:00.000-07:00

... I believe it's real.

This is what happens when I act.

2009-08-18T22:38:00.000-07:00

click the title above to follow the link.

NZ: 2

2009-08-16T02:29:00.000-07:00

NZ: 1

2009-08-16T02:17:00.000-07:00

For campers who don't throw stones.

2009-08-09T23:03:00.000-07:00

a N ew da Y in the C ity

2009-08-03T22:37:00.001-07:00

Kurtis takes out the trash.

2009-08-02T19:00:00.001-07:00

Kurtis takes out the trash. from Adam Weitzel on Vimeo.

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2009-08-01T09:39:00.000-07:00

Desiderata (Latin for “desired things”)

2009-07-24T21:41:00.000-07:00

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding

We are a snowboard shop

2009-07-24T12:30:00.000-07:00

A mini tribute to: Powdah Puhsuits Shred Shop

"What you do defines who you are...

.....NO, no, no! Who you are defines what you do!

It's not what you do, but the way that you do it."

What kind of breed of person does it take to work at a shred shop? ... The type of person that "feels warmer after a fart".... and mans the harpoons once in a while. Kurtis, you know what i'm talking about...

Rick Ross is the boss, not Chris Smith.

Live & direct... sort of.

2009-07-19T09:52:00.000-07:00

I've had the pleasure of working with this soulful singer/songwriter on two occasions. The first was a music video in which Yoni Sandler & I directed the green screen portion for a song called "Oblivious". Which will be seen later here. The second time they (Samantha & her manager Jennifer) asked if I could roll down to San Diego & shoot some live footage. Here's a taste. And be sure to check out Samantha.

Samantha Stollenwerck Live from Adam Weitzel on Vimeo.

Alaska pt. 1

2009-07-14T18:23:00.000-07:00

I was fortunate enough to be able to spend a week in AK visiting my grandparents. Everywhere you look there is beauty mixed with the harsh wilderness. Nature ain't no joke. The bear is from the wild. No zoo, animal conservatory, or circus here. More to come, enjoy for now.

Sleeping Giant

2009-07-14T07:52:00.000-07:00

Many years ago there lived a gentle friendly giant. He loved life and the people of the Yampa Valley and was always ready to protect anyone who lived here from any danger. The people knew he was their friend and would always take care of them.
As the story goes, the giant was told that he would be granted eternal life and always be allowed to live in the Yampa Valley as long as he never harmed another living thing.
One day a bad giant ogre came to the Valley and started to terrorize the people. The Giant was very worried about their safety and lured the Ogre up to Steamboat Lake where he fell into the quicksand.
The people were relieved and happy that the Bad Ogre was gone and the Giant had saved them.
But - because the Giant had broken his oath not to hurt anyone, even though it was a very bad Ogre, he had to be put to sleep.
The whole valley came out for a ceremony to put the Gentle Giant to rest. They surrounded the base of the giant with rattlesnakes so that he would not be disturbed.
To this day, the giant rests and the rattlesnakes protect his peace.

A new voice

2009-07-13T19:00:00.000-07:00

The youth are the future... well at least the present. Old people are so 90's. And we can't always be the coolest kids on the block. Although Kurtis can pull it off longer then anybody. But we know where cool hangs out.
That's why we decided to bring in a new generation of TRANSIT. Mind your p's & q's or else I'll have her cut ya. From shop lackey to retail killer to my right hand girl when it comes to the snow biz...... Chandler Kim everybody.

2009-07-09T20:16:00.000-07:00

THE TWO CHOICES WE FACE

2009-07-08T07:39:00.000-07:00

-I thought anyone could enjoy this.-KJ

by Jim Rohn

"Each of us has two distinct choices to make about what we will do with our lives. The first choice we can make is to be less than we have the capacity to be. To earn less. To have less. To read less and think less. To try less and discipline ourselves less. These are the choices that lead to an empty life. These are the choices that, once made, lead to a life of constant apprehension instead of a life of wondrous anticipation."

"And the second choice? To do it all! To become all that we can possibly be. To read every book that we possibly can. To earn as much as we possibly can. To give and share as much as we possibly can. To strive and produce and accomplish as much as we possibly can. All of us have the choice.
To do or not to do. To be or not to be. To be all or to be less or to be nothing at all."

"Like the tree, it would be a worthy challenge for us all to stretch upward and outward to the full measure of our capabilities. Why not do all that we can, every moment that we can, the best that we can, for as long as we can?"

"Our ultimate life objective should be to create as much as our talent and ability and desire will permit. To settle for doing less than we could do is to fail in this worthiest of undertakings."

"Results are the best measurement of human progress. Not conversation. Not explanation. Not justification. Results! And if our results are less than our potential suggests that they should be, then we must strive to become more today than we were the day before. The greatest rewards are always reserved for those who bring great value to themselves and the world around them as a result of whom and what they have become."

A Friday Night in LA

2009-07-02T11:34:00.000-07:00

too many questions...

2009-07-01T17:01:00.001-07:00

-Too many people, asking too many questions. Trying to get justification for the way things happen. It has become a trend to try and ask important questions. Frankly, I believe them to be endless. So give a fucking answer and live with it, for god sakes. love -kj

Who wants to be Famous?

2009-06-26T09:47:00.000-07:00

I've been in LA for 10 days now. This list identifies the things I've done. In no particular order.

Fried Chicken special @ the 101.
Watched a rat walk across telephone wire.
Sat in traffic.
Fell in love almost everyday.
Synchronized backflips into Jerome's pool.
Bought hash from a spear fisherman.
Shot some photos.
Shot some video.
Got breakfest.

more to come.

word.

only for family-

2009-06-17T08:13:00.000-07:00

Nothing like a turnaround 6 hour drive to Denver Internatioanl Airport... with the flu.

carnival carnivores.

2009-06-12T14:11:00.000-07:00

We had to indulge.

JP

KJ

This is the whole reason we went to the carnival in the first place. Word on the street was there was a Gravitron there. "ooooo" was the reaction from everyone of our circle. This ride was THE badass ride when I was a kid. I remember tagging along with my uncle to the county fair in WNY & thinking how cool him & his friends were cause they could ride the Gravitron. It was only our recent trip to this Death Trap of engineering that I noticed that its just four tires that make the whole thing spin. The weight sits right on the tires. What happens when a tire pops? Tires still pop right? Regardless of our cheating death ride, the carnival was for a good cause (or so we were told) & everyone had a little stroll down memory lane.

where important happens

2009-06-06T22:16:00.000-07:00

I was told by a very good friend that we here at Transit Collective are NOT updating the blog as often as we should be.

Touche.

Yet when I feel when I have the most to express (which often are times I utter to myself "oh I should've photographed that for the blog") I later revisit those moments in my head & realize some of those thoughts or opinions or whatever it is we're school gluing up here, I'd like to keep for private. For one, I AM very selfish. And the other reason I guess is protection. What am I protecting? My doubt in my ability to fully communicate to an audience that in some aspects has never really met me. My family's ill opinion of my lifestyle at times. Not sexually, although my fathers "sex talk" to me in my teen years was priceless.... "Now that there's some lead in your pencil....". More of my lifestyle as pertaining to the abuse of my body. I know they only police because they care for me & that's why I love them. I know no parent wants to be left in the dark, but there's also a line right? I'd say so. A part of growing is how YOU perceive it & not how YOUR PARENTS perceive you in that experience. Sex, drugs, sports; these all apply.

What I'm saying is I've been censoring my material on here. And I'm going to stop censoring. No spiteful rage navigating this new credo, but a new love and respect for my family. I SHOULD be more honest. Even if what I do and/or say doesn't please my family. I'm sorry(mom, grandma) but things i've done in the past defiantly stick with me and make the person I am today. And I'm grateful for those experiences. Being an absolute prick in HS, LSD in vegas for Daft Punk, stealing my dads truck to go chase girls, shroom tea with The Sound of Music, getting my fingers wet for the first time in a dry cornfield. I know these all have to do with Sex, Drugs, & Rock N' Roll but that's why they're the forbidden fruit. The two things that parents fear MOST, gets the LEAST amount of time in school. But still no matter how much WE tell them, THEY need to form their own opinions. There needs to be a direct confrontation for there to be a real connection.

I have nothing to hide, i.e. illegitimate children, outstanding warrants, etc. I'm not looking to glorify our lifestyle. This isn't a hype post to let you know how cool we really are. (that'll be later) This isn't a ploy. It's just this: For me to let my artistic greatness piss all over, I need to stop pinching it off.

TRAVEL

2009-05-27T08:13:00.001-07:00

TRAVEL…..I’m sure it is the same for you as it is for me. It is THE best medicine. I have found in my life (thus far) that there is no better cure and/or encouragement for the mind and soul. Whether it’s a camping trip for the weekend or an 8 month excursion across the planet. It opens your mind to new ideas and thoughts. It creates ambition. It generates motivation. It re-energizes your creative vision and it makes you feel that the world is at your finger tips. Each time I travel I come home with a new ambition for what I am going to do with my life. Generally this ambition continues for a short time and often before you know it your life is paced back into its typical routine. Why is this? Is it because we realize that we are actually comfortable with our current pattern and don’t need change?

I think that all who travel should set a new rule for themselves. No more letting up on motivation. Keep the ideas that embraced your mind so vividly as you returned home and act on them. Act until you have been successful. After time, this new motivation will become your standard. When you travel doors will open and opportunities will present them selves. This is how life works. Life presents great opportunities. At this point your only responsibility as an individual is to make a decision. This is the most important part. Outside of this you can’t worry and should only let life present itself to you. You only live once….its up to you to make the calls on what a fulfilled life should be. Take advantage. - jC

Clear Left.

2009-05-15T00:04:00.000-07:00

So.... the white are gone.

Clear ones still left. $100

expectations...

2009-05-11T14:53:00.000-07:00

There are few things better than meeting the person/people that one has looked up to for a good portion of their life. The only thing better than that is when one learns that those people are more genuine and kind than he/she could have ever expected. love -kj

Life

2009-05-09T19:30:00.000-07:00

For all the nihilists out there; to interpret life as meaningless is an attempt of definition. The only thing that has no meaning is nothingness, which on Earth does not exist. Existing on Earth is life, which is everything, the only thing. BLAOW!

Transit x Oakley Frogskin sunglasses

2009-05-08T19:18:00.000-07:00

Hand-painted.

Clear $100

White $120

change it up...

2009-05-08T00:27:00.001-07:00

I have found that a vital ingredient to a happiness. FOR GOD SAKES make sure that you all do not get too caught up in what you THINK you want to do. At least, I BELIEVE, to mix your own life up with some fresh ideas, places, and people can truly help your own future. It is important to be well rounded. Lets all say YES to something new. Mistake or not, we all will be better off. Love-KJ

Making A Brass Monkey.

2009-05-05T23:11:00.000-07:00

1 Mickey's 40 oz.

Our culture has become DOMINATED by visual forces. Visual Communication is available to everyone now. Our culture has shifted from verbal toward the iconic. What we buy and believe, recognize and desire is visual. And with these visual forces come the engines driving that force. Engines that know that the interpretation of reality can be more communicative than reality because it can include a comment--emotion.

12 oz of fresh OJ

Drink the 40 oz down to the top of the label. Add OJ, Enjoy. Responsibly. In NO way do I encourage anybody of any age to abuse their body... With breakfast.

This is what happens when you have a good idea in a small town...

2009-04-18T22:21:00.001-07:00

They get stolen.

life

2009-04-17T18:15:00.000-07:00

Ben Sande - april 17,2009. there is little i can write that can competely affect someone's mind. attention spans are too short and lucid, valid writ is too long.

image is something.

2009-04-13T07:58:00.001-07:00

I've been contracted to shoot a series of photos for a steamboat lodging referral site. Some of these are for that, some are not.

The Prime Time Of Your Life

2009-04-11T17:27:00.000-07:00

Last day on the mountain tomorrow. I decided to daft-ify my black one piece. Yes I will be terrorizing YOU HUMANS tomorrow. Robots don't need liquid.

Live & Direct

2009-04-11T10:51:00.000-07:00

This is another outlet for TRANSIT COLLECTIVE. TRANSIT COLLECTIVE IS a young creative collective shared from the teeth of transient individuals bottle necking ideas for the purpose of nothing but a creative outlet. We will be using this thing-a-ma-jigger to update you knuckleheads on whats happening in our world & the other worlds WE follow. You won't be disappointed.