Skyler Fike

Skyler Fike Dallas-based photography & designer

New toy. Just in time for perfect weather and a road trip to California.HUGE thanks to my friends  for hooking me up wit...
01/10/2020

New toy. Just in time for perfect weather and a road trip to California.
HUGE thanks to my friends for hooking me up with this legit fixie from . I’m so excited for this.

8/9/89. A little over a month before my third birthday. This photo was taken just hours after mom discovered me floating...
19/09/2020

8/9/89. A little over a month before my third birthday. This photo was taken just hours after mom discovered me floating face down in my aunt’s pool in Florida. I’d snuck out of the house and took the tricycle for a ride around the pool. The back wheel tipped in and I went with it. My only memory of the day were my two hard-fought attempts at pulling myself up for air and failing.
My mom pulled me out of the pool. I was completely blue. My aunt and father performed CPR and the Heimlich and brought me back to life. They took me to the hospital and fortunately I was spared from any brain damage or chemical pneumonia. While we were at the hospital I told my mom I wanted to go to the beach to swim. The doctor told her it was probably the best thing for me. So, to the beach went.
Yesterday I celebrated my 34th year of life on this earth. Had you told me a year ago that a near fatal drowning accident when I was two would teach me everything I need to know about life and fear, I would have laughed. I never paid much attention to this tragic moment in my life until I began struggling with anxiety and fear of death.
There’s a term used in therapy called Exposure Response Prevention, or ERP. The idea is, effectively, that the only way around a problem is through it. When a fear presents itself, or manifests itself in the form of anxiety, often how we cope with that struggle is by avoidance or distraction or pretending like it doesn’t exist. That only feeds the fear and makes it stronger. ERP and common mindful meditation practices teach us to sit with the fear. To observe it. To probe it. Essentially, to get comfortable with it up to the point where the fear loses its power over us.
I wish I could say the 34-year-old version of me is braver and more fearless than the two-year-old version, but I can’t. The beautiful thing about life though is that with each new year, each new day we’re given on this earth we’re afforded new opportunities to try and embrace the moments that we nearly drown, nearly die.
Today, whatever your fear or struggle is, I challenge you to take one positive step toward getting back into the water. Life is too short to live in fear.

It might dark and stormy now, but my afternoon was basically spent as a midcentury madman with three oversized 🦩’s.Thank...
16/08/2020

It might dark and stormy now, but my afternoon was basically spent as a midcentury madman with three oversized 🦩’s.
Thanks to my dear friend for letting me crash your pad today. Brilliant work on the new place.

my 2020 face.📸:           #2020
31/07/2020

my 2020 face.
📸:
#2020

Giving away a free print to the first person to guess what, where, and how this was taken. Tag a friend and if you get i...
25/07/2020

Giving away a free print to the first person to guess what, where, and how this was taken. Tag a friend and if you get it right I’ll send you both a print.

& pita
21/07/2020

& pita

When I first started taking photographs, my efforts were nothing more than aimless curiosity. Like many a millennial, In...
17/07/2020

When I first started taking photographs, my efforts were nothing more than aimless curiosity. Like many a millennial, Instagram itself played heavily into the process of honing a craft and fine-tuning some early version of an aesthetic. I loved it back then because there was so much freedom and so little psychoanalyzing and obsessing over the things we do today (likes, views, etc.).�.
The more tenuous journey, though, isn’t one of documentation or aesthetic definition, but one of self-confidence and the surety of one’s work to the point of believing that others might find joy or meaning in the work as well. This makes the work not just worth sharing but worth creating in the first place.
With that, I’m excited to finally take some of my work from the days of Instagram past (and some new stuff) and make them available for print in my online store. Just a few pieces to begin, with more to come in the week ahead. (Link in profile, but please keep reading).
As we consider a world being ravaged by a disease that we often feel powerless to do anything about, let us also consider a world ravaged by racism and systemic inequality, where our black brothers and sisters are daily the target of hate, discrimination, and even death—something we can do something about.
Through the end of July, 100% of the proceeds from prints purchased in my store will go to support The Bail Project () which combats mass incarceration, helping people post bail that can't afford it and “reuniting families and restoring the presumption of innocence.” I chose this organization for a number of reasons, but primarily because bail money gets sent back to the organization when cases close, making donations recyclable at least twice per year.
If you don’t want to buy a print but still want to donate to the The Bail Project, I’ve put the link in my bio description.
Thank you for your support! @ Dallas, Texas

Sometimes you just gotta throw on a little lipstick, stand behind some Venetian blinds, close your eyes and take it all ...
07/07/2020

Sometimes you just gotta throw on a little lipstick, stand behind some Venetian blinds, close your eyes and take it all in. Who needs a beach anyway.

☀️☀️Suns out, tongues out. 👅👅
28/03/2020

☀️☀️Suns out, tongues out. 👅👅

This will pass. Keep your head up.
19/03/2020

This will pass. Keep your head up.

Every photographer has had that moment where they go to a place to shoot a thing and that thing ends up completely faili...
10/03/2020

Every photographer has had that moment where they go to a place to shoot a thing and that thing ends up completely failing or accidentally turning into something else.
This shot, titled “Yeah, I Aimed, But I Got Lucky,” is no more skilled than a flailing tourist firing away at every New York City skyscraper. I wish that perfectly placed plane was intentional, but it wasn’t. Just a happy accident.
For this and other half-interesting, highly sarcastic stories about my photographic adventures, as well as new product releases, visit the link in profile and join Fike Club. It’s not as dangerous as it sounds. @ Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge

They should change the name of Red Delicious apples to Sarah Johnson apples.PS- if you’re looking to test with me, I’m a...
04/03/2020

They should change the name of Red Delicious apples to Sarah Johnson apples.
PS- if you’re looking to test with me, I’m always looking for talented subjects, male or female. DM for info. 😘🍎

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