rob gilley

Son of Tall Boy Sixer

| posted on November 28, 2011

Rob Gilley

Previously in denial about his photographic past, Rob Gilley now rummages through his trove of mediocrity.

In the gaseous aftermath of bloated Gilley servings, may I offer some lighter fare: a six-pack of long, tall ones to loosen the passages.

All images below were shot on film, in the days when shooting vertically was a way to stress composition and maximize printing quality. These days a digital photographer can shoot a more backed-off version and let a savvy photo editor or art director slice and dice until the cows come home.

(Above from left to right) Dan Malloy paddled out at this San Diego spot before I had a chance to tell him that I had a sprained ankle. To this day he probably thinks I’m the slowest swimmer on earth. Part of a series of images that attempts to capture the otherworldly life of a dawn patroller.

(Above from left to right) Even in the Bud Tour days, it was clear who the man was. A consistent, rising west swell at Pipeline as seen from a “climb and shoot” skybox.

(Above from left to right) Entering the food chain at the Lane. At the last minute, Mike Todd and I were left at the altar by Pat O’Connell, but we managed to have a marvelous honeymoon in the Seychelles without him.

  • ED

    pure gold everytime.

  • lee aoueille

    thanks for the film i really miss it…………so long….oh, kodachrommmee…..