It was late afternoon when I got a phone call from French freerider Vincent Pernin. Originally I thought the call was my brother prank calling me once again, giving his best French impersonation.
“Hello man, I come to Australia and need some photo’s” he said in his thick French accent.
I laughed and said “I do not take photo, I make art and can make you look beau-tiful” in my best French accent.
Clearly confused Vincent continued to explain how he was travelling around Australia and was interested in getting some shots done for his sponsors.
After about ten minutes of me pretending to be French it clicked that this wasn’t my brother on the other side of the phone. IDIOT!

Three weeks later I finally met face to face with the guy who I mocked for ten minutes on the phone. Hugely embarrassed to say the least, I explained the whole thing to Vince, who seemed to find it hilarious.

Vince was after some shots that incorporated freeride and Sydney. I had one place in mind on Sydney’s Northern Beaches and we both set out, excited to get some shots.

I set up lighting for the first shot at the base of the cliffs with City skyline in the background but wasn’t really happy with the shots I was getting.
I pointed to the top of the cliffs and said “up there would be wicked”. Vince, Excited by the idea grinned and said “hell yeah!!”
After thirty minutes of dragging 25kg of camera equipment and a freeride bike up three-meter rock faces and not even getting half way I was regretting the decision.
Once at the top an hour later though I was stoked that we made the trek. The view was breathtaking to say the least. The sun was beginning to set and the deep blue/green water crashed onto the rocks 200 feet below.

I have seen allot of crazy things done on bikes, but this was the first time I had sweaty palms and felt weak in the knees as Vince rode inches from the edge of the cliff top.
I spotted a thin rock that protruded out from the cliff edge about 60 meters from where Vince rode. It looked like THE perfect angle to get the shot.
I slid cautiously out over the edge of the cliff on the thin rock crapping myself to say the least. I still remember Vince yelling in his thick accent ‘Holy shit that’s crazy dude!’
After getting the shots Vince was having too much fun and rode along the edge a few more times with a huge grin.
We spent the afternoon clambering down from the cliffs but both did it with huge smiles. It was such an awesome day, and one I know that I will never forget.

Here is what I was sitting on the end of:

This image was run on the cover of Revolution Magazine.