2018 is officially declared The Year of the Surfer!
Oh Merry Christmas everyone and I hope your last few days have been filled with joy, family, friends, laughter and wonderful gifts. What did you give? What did you get? Were you delighted? I received the most perfect cardigan made from finely spun wool and alpaca and won’t take it off until summer. I did not receive the Maison Margiela re-imagined Tabi boot though may go and buy for myself.
And have you seen?
It is, quite basically, a surf bootie for the streets. I was sent an image of the boot by the wonderful Kreepy Kyle and thought to myself, “Yes. This is exactly what I need for 2018 for 2018 shall be the Year of the Surfer.”
Don’t you think it is time for a Year of the Surfer? I’ve spent the last few (2015, 2016, 2017) being quietly jealous of trannies, the gender fluid, even old fashioned lesbians. We live in the era of identity politics, you are well aware, and however people categorize themselves, minutely, defines everything about how/where/why they live. Everyone making a big deal about who they are and what they want. Everyone but surfers.
We are a self-loathing lot, hiding our neckline tans underneath generic blank t-shirts, refusing to wear our surf branded hats, and so while everyone is having fun, marching on Washington D.C. we are stuck at home. Sad and lonely.
But shouldn’t we get in on the game? Shouldn’t “surfing” define every single thing about us this year? Shouldn’t we wear surf booties on the streets?
I think yes.
I am surfer hear me roar!
Or wait… what should our slogan be?
If you wear booties everyday in the water for 6 months they have a tendency to reek like dead dolphins . Not sure if this is the type of fashion message your trying to send . Makes Vivian Westwood’s late 70’s punk work seem tame .
Do they offer a round toe alternative?
At Last! I’d especially like these in a Knee high version to wear with Shorts.
Slogan – Year of the Surfer – Only surfer knows the feeling…..sounds familiar?
If the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule?
I’m thinking Santa didn’t bring Chas the loafers he asked for. Damned be he who graced the naughty list, decency cast aside as Chas valiant-ish-ly met the stares of disapproving onlookers when he pushed aside his daughter to grab mall Santa’s ear – – sitting most awkwardly on the pooor schlepp’s lap. Looks of disappointment tossed towards the missus. Where the fuck am I going with this shit. Feel free to continue this for me…later I’ll revisit this post.
I’m currently 5 hours deep into a drive in a valiant search for waves. This almost broke me.
Anything worth doing is worth over-doing.
Anything that is going to save you enough money to buy a carton of beer over the course of a year is worth doing. Any more than a carton and it would be un-Australian not to do it.
Nice camel toes
yes , there it is , the sweaty camel toe look , where you can actually piss in your jeans , to increase to the Parfum des pieds , and get horny everytime you look down!
Concrete is hard
Pair those with a proper wetsuit “suit” and you are talking. Got to be as appealing as
“Surf – Live this gay life 24/7!!
Love Surfing, Hate the Surfer
They missed an epic pocket shaka opportunity there.
If it wasn’t for surfing I’d be dead
2-Foot Barreled All Day
Come for the Stoke, Stay for the Hate!
Slogan:
I am a surfer and, yes, I am retarded! A cool retarded…