Griffin Colapinto (pictured) making history. Photo: WSL
Griffin Colapinto (pictured) making history. Photo: WSL

Griffin Colapinto’s quarterfinal 10 hailed as “greatest surf move ever” by mainstream media!

"What have we witnessed?"

The Margaret River Pro wrapped, yesterday, in less-than-ideal surf. Waves were few and far between, the manic thrill of Main Break and the nearby Box fading hard. South Africa’s Jordy Smith won, as you certainly know, hoisting the crystal shiraz goblet high into the air and, also, snagging the Jeep Leaderboard Yellow Jersey off Brazil’s Italo Ferreira.

Though it was his punching partner, California’s Griffin Colapinto, who is being praised by mainstream media, today, for pulling the “greatest move EVER” in surfing.

The moment happened days earlier, in the quarterfinals, when Colapinto came up against Leonardo Fioravanti and boosted a lofty hands-free twist for a perfect 10. Or as described by the Daily Mail, “The California native ducked down as he rode into a wave before using his momentum to produce a fully-rotated spin and stick the landing.”

The important UK-based news service continued to explain how the moment left World Surf League commentators “scratching their heads” in the booth and how Colapinto, himself, calling it “one of the most incredible moments of my life.”

American surf fans very much hoping that the cherubic 26-year-old can ride the momentum to his San Clemente and further claw his way up the ladder. Colapinto is currently 11th in the rankings, climbing four spots after his finals appearance, but will need to scale at least six more rungs to secure a place in Fiji for the final finals.

Do you think home cookin’ will provide that little something extra or do you think the distractions, slumber parties, pillow fights etc., might be too much?

Also, if pressed, what would you declare to be the “greatest surf move EVER?”

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Jordy Smith wins Margaret River Pro 2025
Jordy Smith, king of Margs.

Jordy Smith dedicates Margaret River Pro win to iconic filmmaker who passed away during contest

"This is for Jack McCoy"

The much-adored Australian Treble has come to an end at Margaret River, surf fans now depressed, sad, trying to emotionally prepare for the American Single. Lower Trestles. The run has been fantastic. Bells to Burleigh to Box.

Finals day at Main Break, however, already preparing the aforementioned surf fans for the slough of despond. Waves small, inconsistent, “precious” according to the great Kaipo Guerrero.

Griffin Colapinto dispatched Hawaii’s Barron Mamiya in semifinal even after buckling his lightly-glassed Mayhem, though, let’s be frank, it was dull.

AJ spoke artistically about how both Griff and Crosby were very tight during the event, Griff well down the rankings, Crosby about to fall off. They, apparently, realized they were acting too seriously, realized the error of their light-brained ways and tapped into a young carefree energy. A gorgeous high school vibe where the future is nothing but golden and the now super fun.

Crosby, as it turned out, took on current world number one, Jordy Smith, in semifinal heat number two. No waves, heat restart. Still no waves until Smith went left. Then right. The booth attempting to create drama out of small nothings.
The old South African crushing San Clemente dreams, at the end.

Or…. Maybe not.

Griffin and Jordy meeting in the finals but, before that, Gab Bryan smashed Cait Simmers on the women’s side. Much more interesting, with better surfing, but let’s leave for the one and only Jen See.

So Griff and Jordy with a splash of Dog. The remarkableness of Smith’s 2025 run the big narrative of the day. Exciting bits like “heat management” etc. Evolution. Personal character and resilience.

Youthful energy gonna youthful energy, though, and Colapinto rock n’ rolled the first wave in the final frame, ensuring no restart. Smith didn’t care and ripped the second wave of the set to the tune of 8.50.

“Colapinto vs. Smith winner wins Aussie Treble” flashed on the screen with 20 minutes left.

I had zero idea the “Aussie Treble” was actually real.

And then they sat.

And sat.

Three waves ridden, Jordy Smith wins.

“This is for Jack McCoy,” said Jordy. 

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Surf filmmaking legend Jack McCoy, dead at 76
Surf filmmaking king, Jack McCoy, dead at 76.

Tributes pour in for surf filmmaking giant Jack McCoy, dead at seventy-six

“Jack McCoy's work existed on a different artistic plane altogether”

The surf filmmaking great, the masterful Jack McCoy, who until three days ago was touring his seminal documentary Blue Horizon around Australia alongside Dave Rastovich, has died, aged seventy-six.

Los Angeles born McCoy, who had been in rough health with an unspecified illness the past few years, and knowing his time on this mortal coil was running down, had toured the Occumentary last year, and Blue Horizon in 2025.

As you’d expect, tributes have flowed from surfers, photographers, filmmakers and fans.

Surf historian Matt Warshaw wrote, “Jack McCoy’s work existed on a different artistic plane altogether.”

 

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Jack famously got Occ, who ballooned out to three hundred pounds, off the couch in 1995 and back in training and, four years later, into a long deserved world title.

Famously, Jack and Billabong’s Gordon Merchant created the Billabong Challenge series as a way of testing Occ against seven of the world’s best. The one-day format, two one-hour heats and a one-hour final, created a template that should’ve been adopted by the ASP.

“And the judges didn’t even have a pen and paper,” Jack told me last year. “At the end, they came to a consensus as to who was the winner. When good surfers watch a heat, even if it’s close, they can tell you in what order who the best guys were.”

Jack said it was a system that worked better than the usual way of scoring heats in the pro game.

“The general public doesn’t have a clue what’s going on. Oh, he needs a three point two to combo a five point six, this and that. The guy rides a wave and you can’t tell the difference. I had an event that took care of those things. The Billabong Challenge was as good a templet for a contest as there ever was.”

McCoy reminded me of his and Derek Hynd’s rebel tour in 2001 that included Kelly Slater and Andy Irons.

“We had a tour that was ready to go and then 9/11 came and it closed down all sport and it had a major impact on economies around the world,” said Jack.

“It was a limited number of surfers who would be the upper echelon with the ASP kept as a feeding ground. The art of surfing instead of the sport of surfing. It wasn’t like we were trying to take over the ASP (now the WSL). We were trying to set a different course for surfing that wasn’t… (Jack took a long theatrical yawn)… let me yawn here, typical event.”

A little under two weeks ago, I saw McCoy and Rasta at Sydney’s Randwick Ritz cinema for the Blue Horizon show. It was a reminder that no one has come close to McCoy for his ability to shoot epic wide-angle water at big Teahupoo or wherever and, ultimately, create an epic surf movie narrative.

At the Q and A after the film, McCoy reminded surf fans, most of ’em over fifty, that it was he who fed Mark Foo the famous line, Eddie Would Go, and wrapped up half an hour of questions with a plea to go easy in the lineup, share waves, love your brothers and sisters.

It’ll forever be a barb in my heart I didn’t stick around to thank the big guy post-show, had to race home for what was, in hindsight, a frivolous matter.

From Tubular Swells to Storm Riders to Bunyip Dreaming, Sons of Fun, the Challenges, to Blue Horizon and the Occumentary, Jack McCoy was the king.

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Live chat, Finals Day, Margaret River Pro, “Whoo-hoo! Can you feel the tension? I can!”

"Let the boy watch."

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Michael Caine in Blame it On Rio.
Surf fans react to revelations of World Surf League owner Dirk Ziff's secret trove.

The New Yorker reveals WSL owner Dirk Ziff’s “long rumoured secret trove unknown even to experts”

“Prepare to have your mind blown.”

The glamorous billionaire owner of the WSL, Dirk Ziff, who was honoured alongside his wife Natasha as “Waterpersons of the Year” at the Waterman’s Ball in 2018, has been revealed as the co-owner of the world’s greatest collection of twentieth-century guitars.

For decades, Ziff and his pal Perry Margouleff, amassed a collection of nearly six hundred guitars, including axes from Keith Richards, Neil Young, Les Paul and Chet Atkins and which includes Leo Fender’s first proto of the Telecaster.

The secretive trove, long rumoured in guitar circles but unknown even to experts, has been donated to the Metropolitan Museum of Art where it will form a permanent exhibition, opening spring 2027.

Margouleff, a studio owner and restorer, and Ziff, the billionaire surf league owner, had been collecting since the eighties, their shared obsession sparked at a 1983 birthday party.

From The New Yorker,

One night in 1983, at a birthday party at Tortilla Flats, in the West Village, Margouleff was introduced to a teen-age guitar player who wanted to buy a Marshall amp. Margouleff sold him one, and they started hanging out.The teen was Dirk Ziff, one of three sons of William Ziff, the chairman and owner of Ziff Davis, the magazine publisher.

The company sold off its hobbyist and travel titles in 1984, and its computer magazines ten years later, when it became clear that the sons didn’t want to run the business. The sons, led by Dirk, allocated the proceeds to an array of investments, including in the burgeoning hedge-fund sector. It was, as they say, a good trade. Dirk Ziff is now worth almost seven billion dollars, according to Forbes.

As it happens, Ziff had also seen the Who perform “Tommy,” in 1970, at the Metropolitan Opera House, with his father and his uncle. He was six. As the lights went down, his uncle said, “Prepare to have your mind blown.” It was. (At the warehouse, Margouleff showed me the red SG that Pete Townshend smashed up that night.) Ziff got his first guitar at Manny’s: a Japanese copy of a Sunburst Les Paul, for ninety-nine bucks. As a student at Trinity, a private high school on the Upper West Side, he played in a few rock bands when it seemed as if every other kid in Manhattan was swapping Black Sabbath and Led Zeppelin riffs. Before long, Ziff had serious chops, and ideas about becoming a professional musician. But after college, with the family fortune to look after, he embarked on a Wall Street career.

And, unlike the League, where Ziff turned a once moderately hip sport into a gluten-free vanilla cone only suitable for fifty-year-old-plus bourgeois white gals, when it comes to guitars he’s focused on their art and legacy.

The gift is one of the largest in the museum’s history and the Met’s gonna display the collection alongside other cultural artefacts, elevating the ol six-string as a cultural icon.

Also of note is Ziff is a wildly talented guitar player, doin’ session work for Carly Simon at one point.

Dirk Ziff, of course, will long be remembered for his speech at the Waterman’s Ball where he eviscerated BeachGrit and all who follow it, delivering an olive branch festooned with barbs.

Some of you are here in this canyon. Journalists, and other influential voices who unload on social media. I wonder if some of you get up every day and stir the milk into your coffee, thinking about what you can write that day that might humiliate the WSL. It goes way beyond constructive criticism, which we all need and which the WSL frequently deserves, and into the realm of foul spirited attack, which I think we can all agree we have enough of right now in this country.

“I have a message to the haters, and it is simple. Be tough. Call us out. Keep us honest. Tell us what we need to improve.
“But don’t pretend you don’t know that when you go beyond constructive criticism and cynically try to rally negative sentiment towards the WSL, when you try to take us down, you are not just going after us. You are going after Kelly Slater. You are trying to take down Lakey Peterson. You are going after the dreams of Caroline Marks and Griffin Colapinto. You are undermining the hopes of every kid who lives with salt in their hair, dreaming of being a world champion one day.

“And I ask you: Why? It seems pretty obvious that if the WSL keeps growing in popularity, and surfing takes its rightful place among the great and elite competitive sports, everyone connected with our sport, and certainly all the members of SIMA, will prosper, except maybe a few grumpy locals who have to deal with some new faces in the lineup. So…why not work together?

As well as the World Surf League and the guitars, Dirk Ziff also co-owns Cherokee Plantation, a “Spanish-moss draped monument to selective southern hospitality” in South Carolina that Forbes also calls “the most expensive–and the snootiest–private club in America.”

Cherokee Plantation was built in 1690 as part of a land grant to Joseph Blake, who cultivated rice amongst other things. His son Daniel inherited the property and, “as slave owners go” was considered “a pretty swell guy” who “despised affectation and looked with perfect contempt upon all snobbery.”

He built a church on his property, enjoyed by his 559 slaves, as well as providing clothing and moderate working hours.

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