Dirk Ziff quits Harvey Weinstein's company over
Harvey's alleged sexual misconduct!
Do you or do you not love a principled stand?
For my money principled stands are the greatest sort and very
little beats them for shear cinema. A woman or man, having taken
enough, standing up in the boardroom, perspiration beading a
furrowed brow, thrusting a tired but firm finger in the air and
saying, “No more sirs! Not I!”
And guess who just took a principled stand against sexual
misconduct? Our very own Dirk Ziff! That’s right. The owner of the
World Surf League and also billionaire Dirk Edward Ziff!
But let us now turn our attention to Hollywood inside digest The
Wrap for more.
Dirk Ziff, a board member of the Weinstein Company, has
resigned following a bombshell New York Times expose detailing at
least eight settlements for sexual misconduct by co-CEO Harvey
Weinstein, an individual with knowledge of the matter told
TheWrap.
On Thursday, the nine-person board, minus Ziff, had a heated
discussion about Weinstein’s fate at the company. By Friday
morning, his fate was still in limbo, but a decision is expected on
Friday.
The individual with knowledge said Ziff was not on the board
call last night, indicating that he was already separating from the
company. Ziff is managing partner at Ziff Capital Partners, the
owner of World Surf League and also serves on the board of the Rock
and Roll Hall of Fame.
So let’s not dwell on the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame bit yet.
Let’s first update you to the fact that Harvey Weinstein was indeed
fired from his company for brutish behavior against women. What is
with these sixty plus year old men? Have they lost all sense of
dignity? Of decorum? Whatever your politics Mr. Weinstein and Mr.
Trump are difficult to look at (i.e. hideous trolls) and should not
foist their genetics upon potential sexual partners.
And maybe this is precisely why Mr. Ziff resigned. He appears…
genteel. And now back to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
Bombshell city!
Will it somehow be wrapped into a Kelly Slater Surf Ranch
experience? Oh don’t worry. I’ll get to the bottom of this
tomorrow.
Until then, to principled stands!
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Warshaw on: “Last white man to surf like a
Hawaiian!”
By Derek Rielly
Surf historian reflects on the too-brief career of
the late Ronnie Burns.
If you were around in the late eighties you might’ve
thrilled to a tall, blond, white guy lashing Pipeline
alongside Derek Ho and Johnny-Boy.
Billabong paid him to decorate his board in their stickers and
feature in their Jack McCoy movies. And then, somewhat
mysteriously, after a motorbike crash in the hills behind the North
Shore he was found dead, aged twenty seven.
BeachGrit: I saw on your fabulous EOS a post on Ronnie
Burns, the late, great haole Pipe surfer. Real hard to believe but
it’s been almost thirty years since he died in a moto crash. He was
quite a name wasn’t he, in the eighties?
Warshaw: At the end of 1989, right before I left SURFER and
maybe six months before Ronnie Burns died, I asked all the hot Pipe
surfers to give me a list of their top 10 Pipe riders. Added all
the numbers up. Derek Ho came out on top, Ronnie next, then Tom
Carroll, Gerry Lopez, and Johnny-Boy Gomes. Gentlemen can quibble,
but nobody’s going to gainsay that list. Ronnie is thought of
today, if he’s thought of at all, as a Pipeline guy, but what I
remember best about him is that was the most complete North Shore
surfer. Him and Derek. Ronnie killed it at Waimea, for example. Did
airs at Rocky Point. Sunset, the only backsider who who had his
number was Tom Carroll.
Six months before Ronnie Burns died, I asked all the hot Pipe
surfers to give me a list of their top 10 Pipe riders. Derek Ho
came out on top, Ronnie next, then Tom Carroll, Gerry Lopez, and
Johnny-Boy Gomes. Gentlemen can quibble, but nobody’s going to
gainsay that list.
Oweee, and how about that bow-legged style!
I posted a shot of Ronnie on Instagram and somebody remarked
that Ronnie was the last white guy to surf like a Hawaiian, which
is so true.
Billabong threw a bit of cash at him, took him on surf
movie trips with Jack McCoy. Where did he fit in the surf star
themes of the time?
He didn’t fit in at all. Or more like, he didn’t bother. Ronnie
wasn’t anti-anything, he just did not give a shit about trade
shows, or winning contests, or getting the cover.
Y’ever meet him?
Just the one time, when I interviewed him. Big guy, 6’ 2” or
something, nice, kinda bland — or bland when talking to a magazine
geek he just met a few minutes ago. Jack McCoy was telling me last
week that Ronnie was really funny when you got to know him. My
impression was that he was super confident in his abilities, but
not at all cocky. Confident in his surfing, and in his choice to
not run after the spotlight.
He was quite the anomaly at Pipe. Tall, white, as
opposed to, say, Derek Ho, small, beautiful honey skin. Was that a
prob for Ron, the white bit? Or was this a belle epoch when skin
didn’t matter so much?
No problem. Boscoe Burns, his dad, was a famous glasser, worked
for Hobie and Phil Edwards, everbody loved and respected Boscoe.
The Burns family landed in Hawaii when Ronnie was just four, so he
grew up there, lots of Hawaiian uncles and such. Ronnie was tight
with the Ho brothers, so no worries.
Are there any single waves of Ronnie’s that are
remembered?
No single wave, but Ronnie was famous for being the guy who sat
furthest out and deepest, especially at Pipe. He was incredibly
patient, which I think is such an odd trait for a guy in teens and
early 20s. The total opposite of somebody like Tom Carroll, who
would ride 20 waves an hour to Ronnie’s three waves.
Ronnie was famous for being the guy who sat furthest out and
deepest, especially at Pipe. He was incredibly patient, which I
think is such an odd trait for a guy in teens and early 20s.
What were the circumstances surrounding his death? A
moto crash? Got lost and died of hypothermia?
A couple months after Ronnie died, Boscoe and Judy Burns,
Ronnie’s parents, wrote a letter to Surfing magazine explaining
that it wasn’t the motorcycle crash itself that killed him, but
heat stroke. He was riding a valley trail, I think it was above
Kawela Bay, by himself, on his way to meet Derek Ho. This was in
July. The medical examiner told Burns’ family that Ronnie had
fallen, couldn’t get his bike re-started, then started walking down
a dry creek bed and died of heat stroke. It was originally reported
that Ronnie had first fallen off his bike, then fell off a cliff.
Boscoe and Judy wanted people to know that wasn’t the case.
Was there a big paddle-out for Ronnie?
Not sure how big it was. But I recall that Boscoe had saved
Ronnie’s first board, an old longboard, and he used it to paddle
his son’s ashes out to Pipeline. He wanted Ronnie’s first and last
ride to be on the same board.
Anyone still talk about Ronnie apart from you, us? Or
have the tides of time washed his memory away?
Right after the original hardcover of Encyclopedia of
Surfing was published, in 2003, somebody pointed
out that Ronnie didn’t have an entry. I was mortified. I’d spent
months working out this master list, checking and re-checking it to
make sure I didn’t forget anybody, and I fucking forgot Ronnie
Burns. Just blew it. The reason the paperback version came out so
quickly after the hardcover was so I could get Burns in there.
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Confession: I’m in love with a
monster!
By Chas Smith
Should you be on an asymmetrical board? Should we
all be?
Swell arrived in southern California yesterday
for the first time in 1037 days and crowds descended upon my local
breaks like a rabid horde. Men drooling and jabbering while
forgetting how to parallel park. Women decapitating each other with
9 foot longboards. It was madness. Out of control. But I had a job
to do and neither cockamamie Jeep Patriot nor fiberglass guillotine
could stop me.
I had to properly gauge the value of asymmetrical surfboards for
all of humanity.
Around a month ago, maybe even more, David Lee Scales of
SurfSplendor fame and I met in San Clemente at Album Surf for our
regular chat. Album was one of the finer surf
shops/shaping arenas that I have ever seen. Very well
appointed and worth your stopping by.
In any case, Album does many asymmetrical boards and had never
quite understood the concept thinking the boards were meant to go
right or go left. Matt, Album’s owner/operator gently set me
straight. You can listen here or let me
quickly summarize. Asymmetrical boards are shaped around the idea
that surfers don’t surf the same frontside as they do backside.
Frontside has toes facing the wave. Backside has heels. I am a
regular footed man so the right rail is longer and the right side
also has one giant twin fin. The left rail is shorter and the left
side has a mini quad set up.
Very interesting but would it work?
I surfed it very often in tiny waves, having much fun but not
being able to gauge it properly. It felt both looser (going right)
and stiffer (going left) and I thought I might really like it…
maybe.
And then 1239 days later swell hit and I risked life and limb
for an accurate assessment.
I paddled around loosened funboards, careening though the
whitewash like dumb bombs. I sat in a pack of 346 hungry souls. And
I somehow got a wave. And here is what I think. The way the
asymmetrical board is built makes it virtually impossible to not
have your back foot right in the sweetspot over the fins. I didn’t
fully realize how much this matters until I was wrap-around carving
like I’ve never wrap-around carved before. The board… responded.
And responded beyond my ability. Going backside it felt like it
locked in the pocket without even a stray pump. Just sliding down
and straight in and fast.
It was almost too much fun and now I am confused. Are these
feelings I’m having wrong? These emotions impure? No one but no one
had an asymmetrical board but me and none of us were surfing
pumping Snapper. We were surfing a high tide bogged long interval
swell. Perfect for racing and bobbing and weaving. No?
Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me I’m a dirty dirty bad boy.
In the meantime, I am getting another asymmetrical to try out
because it feels like the key to me getting on the WQS as a
40-year-old man. The feel-good story of the decade!
More to come.
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Meet: Ozzie Wright’s Dazzling
Bro-in-Law!
By Derek Rielly
Jonathan Zawada's grahic design changed surf
forever…
In the summer of 2003, I launched a surfing
magazine with a friend. Beyond a desire to swim in
the rivers of advertising revenue that flowed at the time, we had
little idea of how the magazine should present.
Would it be the Vanity Fair of surf? Would it seek the
tone of National Enquirer (actually, that’d come a dozen
years later with BeachGrit)?
Our direction, ultimately, was decided not by focus group or
editor, but by our choice of art director, a twenty-two-year-artist
called Jon Zawada. Riding on his fantastic distortionist design,
the magazine became the darling of the burgeoning hipster movement
and advertising meetings were generally concluded with the line,
“We’re moving all our ad-spend to you and Monster
Children.”
Glory days, as they say.
Jon, meanwhile, became an in-demand artist with worldwide reach,
commercially and exhibiting. German motor cars (BMW), high-end
fashion labels (Bassike), surf filmmakers (Kai Neville’s Lost
Atlas) and music labels (Modular) all begged for his touch.
Note: Inspect Jon’s hat for New Era. Free Dumb. Perhaps Jon
should’ve repurposed for the Trump campaign?
Four years go, the Los Angeles art gallery Prism sponsored Jon,
who is thirty-five years old, and his wife Annie, the sister of
Ozzie Wright, to live and create in LA. One of Jon’s first
assignments was to visit a Malibu billionaire to discuss, and then
design, a tattoo.”Once I have this on my skin you and I will be
linked forever,” the billionaire told Jon.
Recently, Jon, and his wife Annie, released a furniture
collection. “I’ve made a lot of furniture for giant mansions in the
hills,” he says. Side tables cost three-thousand dollars, coffee
tables, nine-thousand dollars and rugs six thousand dollars.
(Available at Just One Eye, a “luxury boutique” on Romaine St, Los
Angeles.)
“A lot of money for us, but not a lot of money for them.
Everybody’s happy,” says Jon.
Why you should you care about Jon’s art?
Because his work immerses us in substance, originality and is
dazzlingly charismatic. Like the artist himself.
BeachGrit: First, let’s play on a little of your surf
experience. One of your first jobs was building
websites.
Jon: I actually went to Tavarua to set up one of the early live
streams for the Quiksilver Pro. I had to try and get satellite
video streaming from the little tower out on a reef. At times it
was harrowing. I went for swim off the back of the boat at
Cloudbreak, got swept in the lineup and was repeatedly annihilated.
I was completely out of my depth. Totally fine for doing the task
but not for being on an island with a bunch of surfers.
How would you describe that year of designing Stab? It
propelled us, straight away, into a realm of hipness that, perhaps,
we didn’t deserve.
Jon: What I liked the most, and it’s what attracted me to music
jobs even though I can’t play an instrument, and I can’t surf, is I
find everything inherently interesting. The mystery about it all
meant I could be a little more objective and have a different view
on it. I didn’t carry any baggage on the way things should be over
the way things should look. My magazine context was imported
fashion magazine and I bounced that out into Stab. If I
was a surfer, and had been reading surf mags since I was a kid, I’d
be in that little funnel.
And, oh, how you smashed the rules of readability,
sensible use of typography etc.
Jon: Yes! I tried! I tried to! Obviously there were times when I
had so much to learn, you guys telling me what the interesting part
of a photo was. I have no idea looking a wave what you think is
interesting. I can tell what I think compositional, although
actually cropping out the most important part of the photo to the
surfer. What I found challenging was, how do I get something that I
find rewarding too?
How does being an artist in LA differ to
Sydney?
Jon: Everybody is really excited to do things here. There’s not
that competitive nature that there is in Australia where people are
wary of working with everybody else. Because there are so few
opportunities in Australia you have to hold it with two hands and
not share it. Here, everybody’s doing something, everybody wants to
work with you and work together on stuff. It’s that awesome
American optimism. It’s a good offset to my innate extreme
pessimism. It takes me to a nice happy point. What also helps is we
haven’t slid into the cultural echo chamber that we were probably
in in Sydney. Our friends are more varied and what they do is
widespread.
From what well does your inspiration spring
from?
Jon: Looking back, the natural aspects of mathematics and
science and physics, the things that I gravitate towards. If I’ve
got any downtime or if I’m reading, that’s what I focus on and
absorb. It’s a constant push-and-pull, the maths, and being pulled
towards stuff that’s a natural beauty, finding what’s amazing in
stones and plants and water and landscapes. Stuff that’s very
outside me. Two extremes, one super internal, maths, the other
super external, the natural world.
Album covers were your thing years back, but you stepped
away from music until recently. Why?
Jon: I didn’t really like the whole system, the way it operated
ethically. I liked talking to musicians and bouncing ideas back and
forth with interesting and nice people. The stuff I didn’t like
were musicians being signed really young, having their egos blown
up and if the album didn’t do so good, or the second album, all the
people that hd been around them and inflated them and changed the
way they viewed the world… drastically… well, they suddenly
disappeared. Kids came out of school, got a record deal, didn’t
learn how to operate in the world or how to make compromises, were
told everything they did was brilliant and as soon as something
didn’t work out for the record label, everybody would turn their
backs. If they had personal problems or trouble that couldn’t be
solved by placating their egos, nobody was there to help them. Even
though that same group of people pulled them away from their
friends and family when they blew up.
And, now, in the interim, the music industry has collapsed. A lot
of the bad stuff has gone, musicians have to do a lot more for
themselves and it facilitates a nicer, more interesting work
arrangement.
Do you examine what is called surf art?
Jon: Not heaps, but there is one guy I follow. Thomas Lynch III
does amazing airbrushed psychedelic space waves and sunsets with
multiple plants over a perfect tube. I love that stuff, outside of
that, I don’t seek much of it out. Annie’s brother, being a
professional surfer, whenever we introduce ourselves and they say,
I’m a surfer, we mention Annie’s brother and they all know who he
is. It’s always a good ice breaker.
And you branded the Kai Neville film Lost Atlas, a
collaboration I believe that caught Mr Neville at the apex of his
game.
Jon: For Lost Atlas, I was completely unaware of who any of the
people were in it and was able to treat it with a level of distance
which, for me, was super beneficial. If I’m too close to something,
or I know too much, I can get quite nervous about taking chances or
not trying to dig into some aspect that I think is interesting. I
was keen on a bunch of other stuff at the time, graphic poster
stuff. As a result, when I did all the art work I did what I wanted
to do. It was the same with Stab. In retrospect, and deep,
deep down, at the time I wished I was doing some art-film poster in
the seventies instead of DVD package for surf film in the
two-thousands. It all becomes more interesting as a result. Digging
for how I can get what I want out of it and ending up in a unique
space.
There is finnnnnnnnally surf in southern
California and it has basically been 876 days since the last swell.
Panic is in the air as grown men stumble over their children and
grown women accidentally kick their dogs as they rush out the door
shouting, “Wait! Do I use warm water or cool water wax?”
I didn’t know either so I logged on to Surfline to
check water temperature but got distracted by the website being
wrapped, top to bottom, with Michelob Ultra branding. The beer of
the bourgeoisie.
Beergeoisie.
And many videos feat. Seabass Zietz all with less than 500
views. Would you like to watch one?
A bald-faced attempt to appeal to The People™ if I’ve ever seen
one. Parents not making enough money, boy orphaned, getting kicked
while down, getting shouted at, whilst in tube, by a beyond
ecstatic Pete Mel… etc.
A tough looking life but let’s be honest. Let’s be real
honest. The Garden Isle is a land of endless bounty and Seabass
Zietz lives a life of eternal privilege.
But maybe I’ve been too hard on Michelob Ultra. Maybe it really
is a beer of the people too. So let’s watch the people drink and
review.
I guess I’ve been too hard.
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