Home improvement.
No proper home is complete without a fine coffee table and no fine coffee table is complete without a large hardcover’d book with glossy pages and colorful pictures resting on its surface. The publisher Taschen is known for printing such books but my persona favorite is the Italian house Rizzoli which just so happened to release the one you need today.
Roaming: Roark’s Adventure Alas is, truly, a work of art. The overall conceit is to “document the routes of a group of iconic surfers, and other adventurers seeking full cultural and thrill-seeking immersion” and includes “journeys to 16 global destinations illustrating the road less traveled, from surf expeditions to Iceland, the Falkland Islands, or Jamaica, to motorcycle journeys through Nepal, rock climbing in Argentina to cliff jumping in Northern Vietnam, and more.”
These traipses are, each, written up beautifully by Roark’s CEO Ryan Hitzel, onetime Surfing Magazine editor Beau Flemister and Roark’s designer Ryan Sirianni and photographed by the best to ever do it including Chris Burkhard, Dylan Gordon and Jeff Johnston.
Flipping through, you will be inspired to slam your laptop screen down and get out amongst it. To live like the pirate you once dreamed of being before that song got scuttled or at least to invite a slapping at a surf trade show.
Adventure awaits.
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Met Rick Marotta in a club back in ’86 when he was touring with Stevie Nicks and drank Saki with him for a few hours. He walked in the place alone wearing a cream colored silk jacket and we figured he was either a hair dresser or a rock star. My buddy recognized him and he was kind enough to share a few stories about Becker and Fagen’s studio prowess after we finished talking about how hot Nicks was back then…
The Wrecking Crew doc is great! Big fan of Glen Campbell, Jimmy Webb and the wild, early production of the Beach Boys work
Quartz can be a catalyst in facilitating a deep soul cleansing; connecting the physical dimension with the mind. We channel these pursuits in our ventures across the earth on our own two feet, and in the graphics on our goods.
Their site is priceless
Someday the mountain might get them but the law never will
“Deep in the Oaxacan Sierra Madres, on a random motorbike stop to find some traditional mole, we attended an elaborate wedding (boda) joined by the entire village.”
That’s some Heart of Darkness shit right there
Do you ever wonder if Peg was hot?
DUDE few can match your ability to insert Dan lyrics into a post!
Aspirational mixed outdoor action sports photography makes me taste vomit in my mouth. I’m not a web design agency or barber shop with bare brick internal walls though so probably not the target audience.
So… basically they want you to pay for an absolute unit of a pimped-up advertisement?
I’ll spend my hard earned dough on shrooming at NBA playoff games or in Vegas casinos over this effort…
Na. Just checked it out though. Feel a bit sorry for Jules. Hopefully he gets better soon.
Can someone just post the pictures up? My house has enough shit already in it.
I would rather have a coffee table book about coffee tables.
That has fold out legs…so it turns into a coffee table?
Great idea
So fucking meta. So awesome.
So we’ve swapped Whoop for Taschen? Interesting pivot from fitness jock to outdoorsy wannabe wankery.
shhhh Shannons talking
Roark just conjures up images of giant Finnish men fucking each other in the sauna. It’s nearly as bad as that other brand Deepackedarse.
Yeah I love outdoor action sports. Does it have a hackysack section?
they had to cut that in the final edit to make room for the slack-lining section
And Yo-Yoing
They need their own holier than thou cunt like Torren. I blame him for ruining Torquay. During the COVID lockdowns the demographic down here changed a bit. There are lot of socks and Birkenstocks types surfing with their girlfriends. The other day one of those braided pube hags gave me a greasy for going up my hill at 13th to take a shit. I’ve shit on that hill before every surf I’ve ever had there since I was a little kid. I reckon I could claim land rights over that hill cos it’s made up of about 10% my DNA and 5% serviettes from Caltex and Maccas that came with my purchases. It’s a fucken shit spot anyway. The wool sweater gang can fucken have it. Just sick of them ya know.
Yer a true Mongrel, mate.