SALT ROOTS

 

Images first, words later.

YOUNG & FREE.

Salt roots. What a lovely and fitting name.

I have grown up by the beach my whole life, but never learned to surf. (I’ve attempted many times). However, my inability to surf doesn’t take away from my connection to the ocean. The beach is my escape, my meditation,  the closest thing to a religion I have ever had. When I am near the ocean, my soul can breathe. My roots are laced with the salt of the sea.

I have been seeking out NY surfers to document, and the universe (and UNSOUND SURF) brought me to this amazing bunch. Greg. Michelle. Joe. Ali. Matt. Documentation of a few hours in their lives.

Surfers, best friends.

In love with the ocean and each other and LIFE.

SALT ROOTS is the name of Greg & Michelle’s journey across the US in their VW Vanagon, Arabella. [Envy of their impending journey is sort of torturing me; I may meet up with them somewhere in the country to document them on a different coast. They are living out a dream of mine that will likely stay a dream.]

Beautiful faces, beautiful Long Beach sunrise light, beautiful souls. A few beautiful hours on a Sunday morning.

[shout outs to the brands they wear: RVCA, BILLABONG, UNSOUND SURF.]

**FOOTNOTE: A few wonderful photos have been held back from this shoot to be shown at a later date. Will show the lovely couples in the nude, communing with nature and their surfboards, when the moment is right. Stay tuned. xx em

 

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I’m adopting children when I’m older. No questions asked. And I’m spending at least a year volunteering at an orphanage in Haiti.

salty preview.

SO MUCH TO SAY about these lovelies… but it will be saved for the full blog post.

I will simply say this: I met the Salt Roots team + friends yesterday for a sunrise shoot at the beach at Lido West, and was introduced to some beautiful faces, and beautiful souls, bathed in some beautiful light.

The first image of many more to come.

Meet Matty & his board.

Matty, by Emily Winiker

 

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the view.

Good morning, Monday.

My bedroom wall. The first thing I see when I wake up in the morning.

Wall credits //

Driftwood: gifted by Sal, found on the shores of Montauk, Long Island

Large B&W photo of Indian man, taken by me in Rishikesh, India, February 2013

B&W photo of bus, magazine image, ripped from a Guess catalogue

Photo of Surfer, shot by me at the Quiksilver Pro in Long Beach, NY

Couture sign- 1955 fashion magazine cover

Framed feathers – page ripped out of FOAM magazine

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grandma doris.

My Grandma.

Doris J. Winiker.

92 years (and 4 months) young.The woman.

My fathers mother. My hero. Talented, creative, beautiful, generous, hilarious. Published writer, poet, fashion designer, boutique owner, high-heel wearing (still to this day) business woman before women could run businesses, mother of three sons (one Hari Krishna Swami), grandmother to four gaw-gous granddaughters.

Most fabulous woman I know. Oh, and she has her very own facebook fan page. Like it HERE.

FYI: This post is not in memoriam; grandma is very alive and well, living on her own in New Jersey. I had wanted to do a photo shoot with her, inspired by Danielle Levitt, the photographer I am currently interning for. Here is my favorite shot of the day.

 

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