Gabriel Medina and Kelly Slater, fourteen crowns 'tween 'em. Steve Sherman/@tsherms
Desert Point locals livid as three-time world champ Gabriel Medina’s team reportedly attempts to shut down local photographers during filming of movie, “Medina was lucky to get out of here before the news spread. We hope he never comes back!”
Desert Point locals are outraged and promising revenge after Gabriel Medina allegedly sent his producer around to tell the local photographers and videographers they were forbidden to shoot his waves.
“He thinks he can show up in my backyard and surf my waves and he gets to be the only person who benefits from it? Is he insane?” said one.
“You wanna come here and shoot some movie exclusively? And only you can make money off it? Not let us make any money? Who the fuck do you think you are?”
This local, who wished to remain anonymous while he explores legal action and a boycott of Medina’s movie, says, “You gotta contribute to the local community. That’s just common cultural courtesy. Just like any big movie. Just like the WSL did at G-Land. You don’t own this place, we do. Medina was lucky to get out of here before the news spread. We hope he never comes back.”
Whether or not Medina knew his producer was, allegedly, shutting down local shooters is unclear.
(This video cat got a few clips, howevs.)
Rumours are that this might change the whole local photography industry over at Desert Point, particularly now that it is targeted for an “eco-resort” and marina.
Developers want to partly convert Desert Point into a “World-class surfing competition venue” alongside the “eco-resort” and the marina a little way up the Lombok coast.
Complicating things is the fact that just like Grajagan, Desert Point is on National Park land and despite the locals having been there for generations the legalities of land ownership is foggy.
Live chat, comment in real time, Quiksilver Pro, G-Land, “Flat. It’s so flat, I can’t even…I don’t even know!”
I am, currently, sitting in a gorgeously modern spa hotel on north-western corner of Germany’s Black Forest, sipping a double cappuccino and seeking respite from the thunderstorm outside. It is nice, pleasant, though I am feeling bad for all the morbidly depressed surf fans who have no shelter from the deluge of shattered expectations.
Months ago, when the World Surf League was including G-Land on its 2022 Championship Tour, the aforementioned surf fans rejoiced. That epic left had provided many memories, much thrill, and now those could be shared with children. Fate, though, had other ideas. The swell forecast became not good, weeks ago, and has since downgraded. One day of decent professional surfing has been followed by lay-day after lay-day while the professional surfers unwind in a jungle bacchanal.
Setting aside my newspaper, I am ready to shed a lonely tear when a news alert jolts my phone. Page Six is reporting that “Prince of Malibu” Brody Jenner and “Ultimate Surfer” Tia Blanco are officially Instagram official.
Brody Jenner and his new girlfriend, Tia Blanco, are Instagram-official.
The “Hills” alum, 38, posted a photo Tuesday of himself staring into the camera as the professional surfer, 25, smiled with her arm around his neck.
Jenner captioned the Instagram Story, which featured his beloved dog Shoey front and center, with a blue heart emoji and tagged Blanco’s account.
Other posts showed the couple spending quality time together as they surfed, rode electric bikes and enjoyed the outdoors.
Here, beleaguered surf fan. Take and enjoy. Find warmth and happiness once again even if only for a brief moment.
Outrage as audit reveals Los Angeles lifeguards earning more than beloved US president Joe Biden and retire aged 55 on a staggering 79 percent of pay! “Who knew LA lifeguards could reap such unbelievable financial reward?”
"Ninety-eight LA lifeguards earned at least $200,000 and 20 made between $300,000 and $510,283."
Auditors at the OpenTheBook Substack have revealed the staggering amounts earned by Los Angeles lifeguards, one lifeguard captain earning a little over half-a-mill, a hundred gees more than the beloved and transformative US president Joe Biden.
The OpenTheBooks Substack is a pretty wild project, existing because, “We believe transparency is transformational. Using forensic auditing and open records, we hold government accountable. In 2021, we filed 47,000 FOIA requests and successfully captured $12 trillion government expenditures: federal spending; 49 of 50 state checkbooks; and 25 million public employee salary and pension records from 50,000 public bodies across America.”
Move over, Kelly Slater.
Surf journalist plunges into Germany’s Black Forest in search of hidden surfing secrets, discovers iconic Kelly Slater no longer world’s greatest surfer!
Mind blowing considering Surfline’s decades long misinformation campaign and the only thought that has pumped through my brain, since it was announced that Sebastian Steudtner, from Nuremberg, broke the Guinness Book of World Records for the largest wave ever surfed with a crack team of scientists sorting that his tibia is the holy grail has been “Well, if this is out there, think how much more is out there. This is the kinda surf information that tells me to go out there and BE somebody!”
The gong grew so loud that, after a week of sleeplessness, I simply had to book passage to Munich.
So long, family. Goodbye, important responsibilities n stuff and I was off.
Hours in the Bavarian cultural capital whispered to me, confidentially, that there is another option than Ray Ban for the surf journalist who has lost his much-adored sunglasses.
And I would have loved to tarry, head to the Eisbach and rip a river wave, but had unfinished business in the Black Forest. Two decades earlier, before I was a surf journalist, you see, I took a teaching job in Bad Dürrheim there on its southern edge. I flew to Stuttgart, was picked up by one of the school’s faculty and driven to a beer hall surrounded by trees and a fairies’ tales.
It was almost cool but my colleague seemed super lame, all grouchy and un-chill, and my students were going to be adults who specialized in engineering but needed to speak English in order to do business or some such. I thought, “This school must suck. Anarchy. Etc.” so hopped a train in the middle of the night and fled, never showing up for my assignment.
Rude, rude knowing that engineering puts the E in STEM thereby saving humanity from global warming and especially rude in the new light that Liverpool’s revered soccer (football) coach Jürgen Klopp grew up in that wooded wonderland, in the town of Glatten, and has identified the aforementioned Sebastian Steudtner as the greatest surfer in the world even though it has long been held that Kelly Slater is the greatest surfer in the world.
In a video message to the GOAT, Klopp said, “Hi Sebastian! Since we met – and with we, I mean LFC – we are surfing on a high wave (or maybe not seeing as defeat by Manchester City), as you know. But we will never, ever reach the height of your wave – 26.21m (41.3 German male lower legs) is absolutely insane. Congratulations from the bottom of my heart. I knew you are the greatest, now the whole world knows it, really. Enjoy the night, enjoy the awards (?) and you should be proud – I am. So have a great night, all the best and see you on the next biggest wave. See you soon, my friend. You’ll never walk alone, or you’ll never surf alone, hopefully!”
Suck it, Kelly Slater.
So I am off to make amends in that Black Forest and hopefully find the Klopp childhood home and lay a wreath on its doorstep with both my name and Kelly Slater’s name attached, signed “with many apologies.”