Billabong x Andy Warhol x a surf masterpiece.
Sometimes a piece of surf writing sparks across the digital sky so brightly, so brilliantly, that it is a sin not to stand and stare. And I present Stab’s Morgan Williamson’s Andy Warhol x Billabong party description from yesterday. Each sentence, each use of the passive, each run-on sings to me. It is art. It is poetry. It is a towering achievement in surf writing.
Read every phrase slowly. Let each roll around in your mind. Savor. Go back through and re-read. See if you can’t find a different, more subtle rendering. Pick a favorite. Pin it on your wall.
And without further ado ladies and gentlemen… Morgan Williamson.
There’s always an excuse for a few too many before the weekend hits, and the Billabong Warhol Launch Party served as just that.
Across the tainted boardwalk of Venice, hand-painted signs condemning Snapchat’s IPO and overall presence in Venice, at the Rose Room, the collection premiered.
Tracy Bryant, Sextile. Roya, Reverberation Radio and Aquarium Drunkyard provided the tunes and House Beer, Deep Eddie Vodka and Bacoo Rum provided the social lubrication.
Chords were plugged in, bands played, and the Thursday night folk timidly shuffled to the beat–it started slow, as 7 pm was for the awkward loosening up, post 9 pm was for becoming unscrewed.
Maybe it was a product of the free alcohol, music, or the factory vibe presented by the Warhol Collection–whatever it was, a pre-weekend shindig worthy of the workday hangover came to fruition.
Taj Burrow, Tyler Warren, Paul Fisher, Tai Graham and other notables rolled through.
We shot, we drank, and wrote and edited the above clip while a little dizzy when we got home last night.
So, here’s to the weekend, Friday in the US, Saturday in Oz–there’s no better cause than nothing at all…