Blue Skies with Zach Lewis

Blue Skies with Zach Lewis

"Taya is a pioneer in many ways, and pushes the limits with the best of them. The sky has brought love to her life—and also taken away more than one of her significant others and many of her friends. She calls the summer “reaping season,” and with uncanny timing I saw a new post that one of her close friends died in Europe wingsuiting, just moments before we walked into the studio to take her pictures."

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Safe Place to Sleep Tonight

Safe Place to Sleep Tonight

I see ghosts drinking Jack Daniels and kicking the rope swing out around the corner of the big porch. They turn to look at me, the dead skydivers. People I’ve held hands with in freefall. Wyat is there, and Elle. And with them is Eric, the love of my life, smiling at me and swilling his drink with a sideways look that says, “You know I hate this stuff but I’m trying to be social.”

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Edgeington

Edgeington

We became the first women to do XRW, but we hadn’t even met until we were on the verge of attempting what then seemed nearly impossible (or at least, very dangerous). It’s a hell of a way to meet your future best friend, midair at high speed wearing various forms of nylon and trying to hold hands.

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Dust to Dust

Dust to Dust

I walk to the plane with the handmade red pouch strapped to my left wrist. At boarding point, I sit with my head down. This is a solo mission. I look up once, opening my eyes to a view of our friend Raymond’s pants leg as he stands near me protectively. The embroidery reads, “Martin’s Funerals! 011-672-8104”. New sponsor. I start to crack, giggling hysterically.

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Blue Skies

Blue Skies

Freedom. The whole world looks soft from this far up. We’re over the Carletonville mine dumps. From the air, they look like zen gardens, their arsenic-laced sand combed methodically. Even the one shaped like a coffin has somewhat rounded edges from altitude. The township shacks, the dumps, the roads, the railroad tracks, the grassy fields with cows, are draped today in fluffy white distractions.

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The Meaning of Death (If Any)

The Meaning of Death (If Any)

Here’s my weakness: I want every death to mean something, and I’m starting to understand that maybe that’s not the way this works. I want every loss to create space for thinking about who we are and what we’re doing with our magical nylon.But something else is going on. I keep running up against an existential wall because by sheer volume, it’s becoming difficult to honor and meditate on each life.

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Remembering Pam: A Friend in Kliptown

Remembering Pam: A Friend in Kliptown

Pam and I found each other the moment I stuck my head into that overcrowded kitchen. With authority, she denied my offer to help with the meal, but something about my privileged indignation at the gender imbalance at lunch made her laugh. “African men don’t do much, but they do talk,” she chuckled. “If you really want to see this community in action, come back and stay the night. You are welcome at my place.”

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Love and High-Risk Human Investments

Love and High-Risk Human Investments

See the crazy white lady enfold the little girl in her arms and carry her to the car with a rubber sheet in case the little girl wets the bed. See the conversation as she explains to her white South African partner that she has brought home a small black child from the township who is now sleeping in the guest bedroom, and that he has to hide in the morning in case she gets scared of him when she wakes up.

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Project XRW Dubai Documentary

Project XRW Dubai Documentary

A lot of very hard work and passion went into the making of this video. It tells the story of our team, a group of people who wanted to change the world through the most spectacular human flight and the most fearless outreach - and the dropzone, Skydive Dubai, that believed in our dreams enough to help make them come true.

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