ALASTAIR MCKEVITT

ALASTAIR MCKEVITT

ALASTAIR MCKEVITT

As a child, there was New York in the seventies. Vague memories but indelible. We lived outside the city on the Hudson River Valley but my father worked in Midtown. Darkness and light. We would leave the snow laden pine trees of Piermont and watch the tobacco stained city slide by as we drove to the Time Life building on 48th and 6th. Hard faces and thick clothing, smoke emitting from random places in the ground. The hard slices of sunlight cutting through canyons of steel and glass...it was almost too much.

As a child, there was New York in the seventies. Vague memories but indelible. We lived outside the city on the Hudson River Valley but my father worked in Midtown. Darkness and light. We would leave the snow laden pine trees of Piermont and watch the tobacco stained city slide by as we drove to the Time Life building on 48th and 6th. Hard faces and thick clothing, smoke emitting from random places in the ground. The hard slices of sunlight cutting through canyons of steel and glass...it was almost too much.

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Then, we moved to Los Angeles in the eighties. Day glow colors, the Santa Monica mountains and Hollywood.  A new version of darkness and light.  Mexican food, less clothing and Sunset Blvd.  There were skateboard ramps in the bushes, dirt bikes in every garage and lots of blonde hair…I was hooked. It was Valhalla for a boy. I took pictures. A lot of pictures. And music. All kinds of music. I really haven’t found anything that inspires me more than music.

LAX to JFK to LAX on repeat taught me a lot. I’m equally as comfortable under the flickering lights of the L train as I am sitting alone in the ocean off the points of Malibu. I paid close attention to the light around me and learned how to capture movement and emotion as I saw it.  

Then, we moved to Los Angeles in the eighties. Day glow colors, the Santa Monica mountains and Hollywood.  A new version of darkness and light.  Mexican food, less clothing and Sunset Blvd.  There were skateboard ramps in the bushes, dirt bikes in every garage and lots of blonde hair…I was hooked. It was Valhalla for a boy. I took pictures. A lot of pictures. And music. All kinds of music. I really haven’t found anything that inspires me more than music.

LAX to JFK to LAX on repeat taught me a lot. I’m equally as comfortable under the flickering lights of the L train as I am sitting alone in the ocean off the points of Malibu. I paid close attention to the light around me and learned how to capture movement and emotion as I saw it. 

Then, we moved to Los Angeles in the eighties. Day glow colors, the Santa Monica mountains and Hollywood.  A new version of darkness and light.  Mexican food, less clothing and Sunset Blvd.  There were skateboard ramps in the bushes, dirt bikes in every garage and lots of blonde hair…I was hooked. It was Valhalla for a boy. I took pictures. A lot of pictures. And music. All kinds of music. I really haven’t found anything that inspires me more than music.

LAX to JFK to LAX on repeat taught me a lot. I’m equally as comfortable under the flickering lights of the L train as I am sitting alone in the ocean off the points of Malibu. I paid close attention to the light around me and learned how to capture movement and emotion as I saw it. 

Then, we moved to Los Angeles in the eighties. Day glow colors, the Santa Monica mountains and Hollywood.  A new version of darkness and light.  Mexican food, less clothing and Sunset Blvd.  There were skateboard ramps in the bushes, dirt bikes in every garage and lots of blonde hair…I was hooked. It was Valhalla for a boy. I took pictures. A lot of pictures. And music. All kinds of music. I really haven’t found anything that inspires me more than music.

LAX to JFK to LAX on repeat taught me a lot. I’m equally as comfortable under the flickering lights of the L train as I am sitting alone in the ocean off the points of Malibu. I paid close attention to the light around me and learned how to capture movement and emotion as I saw it.

Then, we moved to Los Angeles in the eighties. Day glow colors, the Santa Monica mountains and Hollywood.  A new version of darkness and light.  Mexican food, less clothing and Sunset Blvd.  There were skateboard ramps in the bushes, dirt bikes in every garage and lots of blonde hair…I was hooked. It was Valhalla for a boy. I took pictures. A lot of pictures. And music. All kinds of music. I really haven’t found anything that inspires me more than music.

LAX to JFK to LAX on repeat taught me a lot. I’m equally as comfortable under the flickering lights of the L train as I am sitting alone in the ocean off the points of Malibu. I paid close attention to the light around me and learned how to capture movement and emotion as I saw it.  

Today, the world is my workspace. Literally. Since a young man, I’ve spent ample time chasing waves all over the planet. That turned into a profession as I trained my Bolex on pro surfers at the end of the road in Tahiti, at the bluff in Australia and by boat off the jungles of Indonesia. A hired hand for companies like Gotcha, Quiksilver, Hurley and Rvca.

That became the foundation of my professional life. Deep commitments in far away oceans that often felt unruly and mean.  But more than anything, I love photography. I love looking through an eyepiece and striving to make something that means something. I strive to bring everything I’ve known and seen into focus before pushing that red button.

And music. All kinds of music.

Today, the world is my workspace. Literally. Since a young man, I’ve spent ample time chasing waves all over the planet. That turned into a profession as I trained my Bolex on pro surfers at the end of the road in Tahiti, at the bluff in Australia and by boat off the jungles of Indonesia. A hired hand for companies like Gotcha, Quiksilver, Hurley and Rvca.

That became the foundation of my professional life. Deep commitments in far away oceans that often felt unruly and mean.  But more than anything, I love photography. I love looking through an eyepiece and striving to make something that means something. I strive to bring everything I’ve known and seen into focus before pushing that red button.

And music. All kinds of music.

Today, the world is my workspace. Literally. Since a young man, I’ve spent ample time chasing waves all over the planet. That turned into a profession as I trained my Bolex on pro surfers at the end of the road in Tahiti, at the bluff in Australia and by boat off the jungles of Indonesia. A hired hand for companies like Gotcha, Quiksilver, Hurley and Rvca.

That became the foundation of my professional life. Deep commitments in far away oceans that often felt unruly and mean.  But more than anything, I love photography. I love looking through an eyepiece and striving to make something that means something. I strive to bring everything I’ve known and seen into focus before pushing that red button.

And music. All kinds of music.


Today, the world is my workspace. Literally. Since a young man, I’ve spent ample time chasing waves all over the planet. That turned into a profession as I trained my Bolex on pro surfers at the end of the road in Tahiti, at the bluff in Australia and by boat off the jungles of Indonesia. A hired hand for companies like Gotcha, Quiksilver, Hurley and Rvca.

That became the foundation of my professional life. Deep commitments in far away oceans that often felt unruly and mean.  But more than anything, I love photography. I love looking through an eyepiece and striving to make something that means something. I strive to bring everything I’ve known and seen into focus before pushing that red button.

And music. All kinds of music.


Today, the world is my workspace. Literally. Since a young man, I’ve spent ample time chasing waves all over the planet. That turned into a profession as I trained my Bolex on pro surfers at the end of the road in Tahiti, at the bluff in Australia and by boat off the jungles of Indonesia. A hired hand for companies like Gotcha, Quiksilver, Hurley and Rvca.

That became the foundation of my professional life. Deep commitments in far away oceans that often felt unruly and mean.  But more than anything, I love photography. I love looking through an eyepiece and striving to make something that means something. I strive to bring everything I’ve known and seen into focus before pushing that red button.

And music. All kinds of music.

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