"The Bible of the Sport" to maybe take a step toward leaving the print world entirely!
Surfer magazine, the monthly lovingly hand-crafted in California, has been published since 1960.
1960!
That’s 56 years of sun, tubs, personalities and heart. Some of the world’s most well-loved surf journalists have had their names emblazoned on its glossy pages and some of the world’s most well-loved surf photographers have done their best work whilst in the magazine’s employ.
Its monthly nature, in any case, means that I have at least twelve different things to look at while standing in the checkout line of Seaside Market over the course of one year not counting Blake Shelton or Gwen Stefani or Miranda Lambert or Oprah or Selena Gomez or Theon Greyjoy or Oliver Kurtz.
Rumor has it though, that soon I will only have four different things to look at while standing in the checkout line of Seaside Market not counting Kanye West or Prince or Blac Chyna or Gwen Paltrow or Blair Marlin.
That is, unfortunately, (maybe) right. The “Bible of the Sport” is transitioning from a monthly to a quarterly.
Print is, of course, dead-ish not counting the glorious Surfer’s Journal which somehow continues to defy the laws of human consumption. Still, it is sad to watch our proud institutions brought low, begging for attention amidst an increasingly crowded entertainment space.
Fucken surf websites n shit.
It is a shame, though Derek’s heartfelt story about staff buying Surfing Life and White Horses is touching. Maybe there’s still a place for print.
I meant to write “maybe there’s still a place for print?”
I meant to write “there’s probably not a place for print unless the printing reads The Surfer’s Journal.”
Fucken surf websites n shit.
