Pure sex.
Santa Cruz legend and Pete Mel is undeniably extremely handsome. Even the most aesthetically stunted, here, can gaze upon his visage and discern an almost Cary Grant level of pure unadulterated handsome. A sort that cuts through sexual preference and stands alone.
The big wave stud could have, certainly, gone on to fame and fortune as an actor or pin-up but chose the ocean instead of the catwalk and lucky we are.
Now, an under-appreciated portion of his appeal is his sense of progressive fashion. From cold water hellman to DILF next-door, Mel regularly pushes the envelope.
But even those with a nose to high street did not see his Waimea Bay pivot coming.
The regular foot paddled out into the recently concluded Eddie, dubbed “the best day in surfing history,” in Webs. Or A.P.E.S. Or some brand of webbed fingered paddling glove not seen since Ritchie Collins and the middle 1990s.
Bold, brash and a li’l naughty.
You can watch Mel’s sartorial dominance in action, near Shane Dorian, and ponder if you will follow his lead at your own lineup. If memory serves, paddling gloves didn’t help catch waves and led to injury.
Fashion over function.
Pure sex.
