Mud Pit Carnage

This photo says it all. The car to the right of screen is a new Ford Ranger, which five minutes ago, was worth around 50 grand. The owner rolled it doing dohnuts in probably the worst spot possible, bumpy as hell. He and the passenger were lucky to walk away from the roll with a limited amount of blood loss due to the proximity in which the top of the windscreen came to the drivers head. We had to pull them back upright using Cain's nifty new Jeep, before a tow truck was called and girlfriends were re-assured.

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Sad Times

Sad Times... from ben krasevac on Vimeo.

The old faithful, Mullaloo Beach is nowhere near as good as it should be at this time of the year. What used to be the local favourite in past winter seasons, is now one massive close out. I'm not sure what the fuck is responsible for this "environmental disaster" but I'm guessing the lack of southerly lows that are meant to hit the coast at this time of year have done a runner.

I like this modelling shot of you with your skatey, Fulla

Indeed...

CUT and RUN...

CUT & RUN from CUT & RUN on Vimeo.

Omac and Sam's latest blockbuster.

Need I say more?

Rest In Peace

Daisy. You were my life. You almost killed me. And I almost killed you. You produced the biggest drift I have ever witnessed. And I had my first ever car accident in you. You weren't always reliable, but you were a car nonetheless.

R.I.P

Shenanigans in Noosa - Mathew Burness Live from ben krasevac on Vimeo.

Well, Ladies and Gents. I give you the one and only. I give you Matto the Yeti. This is what happens when I leave my camera in the hands of a very funny guy.

Guess what I found Jeremy? Always check the back pockets.

Deep and Meaningful

Yes, I have fixed my washing line...

Chillin

There is a problem with the world. Why is it that people do really stupid things? Why are kids so messed up? Why do we drink and do drugs? Are our lives really that boring that we have to mix things up by killing our brain cells? Is it just me or do things start getting shittier and shittier as we get older? I've had too many experiences of seeing people I've grown up with, boys in particular, get to a certain age and hit a dead end. They get hooked on various illegal substances, and start stealing shit to pay for their habit. And it always seems to happen to the intellectual, nice, interesting guys, not the boring, dumb, imbiciles that I couldn't care less about. I've been thinking about it. Drugs seem to attract the risk takers, the adventurous and the open minded ones. What ensues is the transformation of thousands of bright, fresh thinking boys that all had the potentail to be something special into mentally damaged, angry men, scarred for life. As much as we dream about what we would like to be in the future, our lives will never reach our expectations. For those boring bastards that have never imagined or hoped for a brighter future there is'nt a problem. But for a select few of us, drugs become a real threat, as a cure to the fact that we are not going to have the life we want. We will never reach our dreams, because our dreams are too good to be true. Emotional huh?

Toucans...

...can shoot nice snaps.

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Bullshit

The stories are true. Mullaz is back. Fulla showed us all how to surf in a session lasting the best part of 4 hours, collecting 10 barrels along the way. The crew scoring the goods consisted of myself, the toucan, Janiece and Elliot, and later Newan. Guys, its back. Beleive the hype.

NewanBro from Myspace!

Jamie Fuller may be known to some as a loving, caring, sweet young man. Believe me, he is anything but. Today Fulla decided to head back to mine early stating that "the waves are shit". But behind this excuse was a more sinister reason for his absence. You see, Fulla was in need of a bicycle, on account of his own treadly being destroyed by his sisters car. So upon arrival back from my surf, I realise my own bicycle is nowhere to be seen. Yep. The toucan had stolen my bike. Cheers buddy. Don't lie, I know you've had your eye on that Apollo for quite some time now. Fucking asshole.

But since you got this sick photo for me I'll forgive ya.

Novice

Shenanigans in Nossa - Alexandria Bay from ben krasevac on Vimeo.


Well our stay in Noosa did produce some sweet waves, and we decided to head down to A-Bay for a surf on this particular morning. And yes, it is a nude beach. Although there is some nice shots of Fulla on his backhand and the big Yeti styling the floaters, it was not my day to shine, so hopefully I can get it together soon enough for some quality footage this winter. More installments of our adventure to come.

Bulk Rubbish Gold

Back in Black

Typewriter from the late 70s

Yours Truly

Today was a day well spent. On account of the lack of swell, and a complete negligence to study for these salmon exams, I decided to take up Bronc's offer to help him lay some pavers (which he had aquired through the forces of bulk rubbish) around the side of the house. But instead of making a tidy profit for my troubles, I was left out of pocket 200 bucks after Bronc demanded I repay him for the damage bill on the house I racked up with my infamous party. So I went around to Thomson's joint to supervise the spraying of his mags and the numerous stingy pricks cruising around frothing over the amassing piles of bulk "rubbish" in the front yards of the street. The afternoon improved when we discovered a month old 6 pack in CT's tray and a typewriter from the Kennedy Era out side the Thomsons residence. 

Work

The Workplace

This is where dreams are lived...

A few snaps before and during work. In other news, Camo has been whipping up a magical clip featuring all the crazy shit that went down at the Pro Junior this weekend. I expect it will be quite the head turner when he's finnished. Stay tuned.

Surprise Surprise!

First oil change in years

Today was a day of surprises. I checked Mullaz, expecting to see some form of wave energy on the other side of the dunes, but it was poo. So, disheartened, I decided to pay old Omac a visit, and check out some of this legendary footage I keep hearing about. All I can say is, Omac did not disapoint. On the way home, I stopped off at good mate Chris Thomson's. And to my disbelief, he was actually giving his Hilux a service. All I can say is that car has had a hard life. Also to my surprise, my Mother has recently bought a 12 megapixel, pink, photo shooting machine. So here are some shots.

Sunday Sesh

Where is my Mind? from ben krasevac on Vimeo.

This weekend I decided I would get a skate in at the infamous Craigie. And seeing as no one was keen to join me on this expedition, it was the Emu riding solo for this one. The session ended when I was over-run by countless scooter kids. They're like a disease. What do kids put in their bongs these days? Seriously. All you little scooter rats should take a good hard look at yourselves in the mirror. Anyway, upon my arrival home, I realised to my horror that I had forgotten about work. I was schedualed for 4:30 and by the time I glanced at the clock it was up around 4:20. I've never moved so quick in all my life. Anyway more Shenanigans episodes being uploaded in the near future. And for the record, I did make it to work on time. On account of my emu-ish super speed.