Tuesday, August 13, 2013

BF Goodrich: A 26 Day Sausage Party.ª


Earlier this year I had the opportunity to participate in a month long shoot for BF Goodrich Tires.  We traveled around the west filming adventures ranging from kayaking waterfalls in Washington, to climbing rock towers in Utah.  It was 26 days of non-stop filming/editing/driving/running/hiking/lifting/punching/sobbing/vomiting/blinking/winking/eating/barbequeing/flying/crashing/swearing.  Needless to say, afterward, we were all pretty exhausted, and hungry.

During those 4 weeks, I shot a little bit of film on some medium format cameras showing some behind the scenes moments. Below are the shots that I found most easily captioned.  Nothing is staged, including the one where Skip is staring straight at the camera pointing at it.  I swear it’s not staged.  That’s just how Skip is all the time.

Tim stares at the ground, utterly dejected after Anson whooped him good.  That’s what happens when you talk back to Anson.

There are 3,137 rattlesnakes in this photograph.  Try and find them all.
Tim, sneaking up behind the group, getting ready to push them over the edge as a “joke”.  Unfortunately for Tim, I alerted them to his antics before he could act.  Even though I broke one of the rules of journalism (never get involved), I don’t think I could have slept at night knowing that I let Tim get away with it.
Just a bunch of dang ole rocks sticking out of the ground.  Kind of a useless place.
 the BFG truck making record time back for lunch after it was announced that little debbies would be served for desert.
Looking out from the whiterim trail, one can almost see a maze of canyons.  Almost.
Oh wait, there’s one.
Ug, more rock.  So dumb.
Blake, hiking up a bag of balloons.  I never thought I’d see Blake struggle with such a light load.  It was pretty sad.  He’s really let himself go.
Nick, 10 minutes before scuttling his ship into the ground, like the captain of the Titanic.
Matthew McDonald, AKA Chewie, AKA Chwy, AKA DJ Snake-in-the-Grass,  practices his marching skills while he waits for the rest of the party to get to the top.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehaw!!!!!!!!!
The setting sun illuminates some really mellow riding.  Seriously, riding a bike here is as easy as it gets.
Oh, don’t mind us.  Just a bunch of shirtless dudes, sweating and grunting.  Nothing funny going on here.  The figure all the way on the right is a ginger.  No surprise there.
Here is Skip not posing at all. Seriously, he was just kneeling there doing his thang and I snapped a quick photo because of how weird it was.  He was like this for about 20 minutes before I took the photo and about another 30 after I took the photo.  Afterward, when I asked him about it, he said that he had fallen asleep kneeling down and didn’t remember a thing.
ª While there were actually girls on this trip, there is unfortunately no photographic proof.  That being said, the hotdog to bun ratio was about 10:1 which easily falls within the guidelines of what constitutes a sausage party.

2 comments:

Courtney said...

never get involved matt, just don't.

MindySue said...

Congratulations, Matt. You just introduced mom to the phrase "sausage party" and "Hot dog to bun ratio". She must be so proud.