Any lover of Montauk knows the famous DITCH WITCH at Ditch Plains Beach in the East Deck Motel parking lot. If you know the DITCH WITCH, then you know Grant Monahan, the quip-master surfer kid who’s grown up manning the family truck every summer with his mom, Lili.
I used to fear Grant. Even when he was like, 12 years old, I feared his wrath with all of my being. Most of the fear was because he is somewhat famously akin to THE SOUP NAZI. One false move and “NO FOOD FOR YOU!”
(Hint to visitors: 1) know what you want to eat before you step up to that window; And, 2) don’t even think about having your cell phone within 20 square feet of that truck)
Even though I spent the last ten summers as an East Decker, it wasn’t really until a few years ago that Grant, Lili and I had a breakthrough: THEY KNEW MY NAME. The skies parted and there were rainbows and unicorns (at least for me). We were officially friends.
This past summer was when I first I learned that Grant was not only a seasoned and competitive skateboarder, but he also spent much of his free time documenting the sport. I learned this when he told me he would be showing and selling his photographs for a local fundraiser in honor of the late Andy Kessler (also a Montauk surfer and skateboarder) and asked if I would come. I was so pleasantly surprised and asked Grant to show me some of his stuff.




Grant, now a sophomore at The College of Charleston, was just learning how to make his own prints from his family friend and famed Sports Illustrated photographer Walter Iooss, who you may or may not know is also a Montauk homeowner and avid surfer. Needlesstosay, I was sort of blown over by what Grant showed me. Capturing these guys in the air is something we have all seen before in professional photos in magazines. But there was such a raw energy here in Grant’s pictures that I was sure could only be found through the eyes of a fellow skateboarder. The pictures have so much texture and dimension and they evoke an energy that makes you feel like you are right there watching these guys. You can stare at each shot and you keep discovering something new…the graffiti, the landscape and hue of the sky, the weird bend of the athlete’s foot mid-air.
My favorite takeaway was that when I asked Grant if I could buy a photo (and I had chosen one I loved), he said “I can’t let you pay and I DEFINITELY can’t give you THAT one.” “Why not?” I asked. “What’s wrong with it?” He shook his head and said “he didn’t land that jump. I can’t give or sell or publish a picture where he didn’t land the jump. If he didn’t land it, the picture really isn’t real. It doesn’t mean anything.” I realized then that authenticity is the prevailing message of skateboarding. Not a bad thing to live by.
For any of you out there who have an interest in skateboard culture (I myself learned a little as a kid and have seen Stacy Peralta’s documentary DOGTOWN AND Z-BOYS at least six times), you can see all of Grant’s amazing pictures at www.flickr.com/photos/grantmontauk. If you become his friend next summer at the Ditch Witch, maybe he’ll even sign one for ya.