May 2003

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- "And how long you think the shoot will take?"
- "Ahh, maybe an hour, two tops"

Scott and I were training to become Flame artists and I had this wonderful idea to shoot a fake Adidas commercial of him running all over town and in to the sky. One of the best parts of each retake was towards the end at the final pier scene - I just kept asking him to jump as close as he possibly could to the railing without hitting the edge - over and over and over again. Some of the raw footage almost landed him directly in to some pretty pissed off fishermen and Scott would just walk off laughing and smiling.

He ended up running for 8 hours straight that day across who-even-knows-how-many-miles. I sat in an air conditioned car filming on top of a cheap bag of rice out the window while Brette, my now wife, drove her car and followed him. Luckily, we all know Georgia isn't that hot or humid at all and clearly that's seen by the dryness of his shirt.

The comp and grade on this fake ad turned out to be just awful, but hey it was 2003, and somehow being around Scott always made me feel like we were creating pure gold together no matter what the limitations.

There aren't many people out there who offer up so much of themselves and ask for so little in return. He was one of them and he did it with such love for everyone around him. I am so unbelievably lucky to have had him in my life as such a caring and thoughtful friend for these past 18 years.

Watching him run across the moonlit sky above the Atlantic waves turned out to be only a shimmer of what he would be capable of from that point forward. I'm going to miss you so incredibly much.

March 30, 2000
I started having contractions at 5am. We got to the hospital and I was immediately asked if I wanted an epidural by a nurse. Absolutely! We went with the nurse and he asked her if she was qualified to give the epidural.  Luckily she was qualified! They got us into a room right away and the waiting began.  After about two hours, Scott decided to go in search of food.  He was gone about 3 hours! We waited until 7pm before the doctor was ready to go in and get Taylor. After the pushing wasn't working, the doctor grabbed the forceps. Scott said, "Should you really be using those? Can't you use the plunger thing instead?"

Scott was always an incredible team member for the project we worked on together.  We worked together not at one, not two, but 5 different studios together!  Every time I would come in, his smile would brighten up the room and he'd let out a big good morning.  We would grab lunches together and talk about his latest personal adventures.  

He always loved and thoroughly enjoyed all projects we had hands in together and would pep up the team.  It was moments like this video, after we were finishing up a project, that he would let everyone know that he loved them and respected their work as fellow artists.

Here's to the many bars that we shut down together and all the art and magic we brought into the world!

To Scott!

One of my last memories of Scott was walking with him in Soho. He was wearing his nice leather jacket --- something he always prized in his wardrobe --- and accidentally brushed up against a wall of wet green paint. He looked at me in shocked disbelief that he had just ruined his jacket. I looked back at him and said, "well, you know what you have to do right?" Before I could even suggest it, he knew right away and reacted without hesitation. He turned around and jumped into the wall with his other arm to balance out the destruction. A guy walking by yelled at him, "good call!" Scott loved it. His face lit up and suddenly he was super proud of the ruined jacket. Shortly after this, we walked into the James Perse store and the woman working there looked at him and said "hey, great jacket." Scott did his signature posture correction and was quickly walking a bit taller. I loved this moment. For Scott, the jacket wasn't ruined at all. It was finally complete with a sentimental moment and a great story.