No one can resist falling love with a body like Mike February with its small round pectorals and nipples like dark brown currants.
Alex Knost is a middle-aged surfer who hacked his own pathway out of the cultural jungle. A little bit sixties, some seventies, all 2000s. A retro-futurist-modernist cupcake who loves surf while Mike February is a surfer as a beautiful object, a beautiful thing, worthy of worship.
No one, I believe, can resist falling love with a such a face or a body like Mike February with its small round pectorals and nipples like dark brown currants.
The New York Times, a race-obsessed left-tilting newspaper that swings between parody and propaganda, and which was last in these pages when it slammed The Greatest Surf Movie in the Universe as “spectacularly bad“, fell under the thirty-three-year-old’s spell two years back, running an op-ed piece from Mikey February, as well as a sixteen-minute documentary about him called A New Wave.
Anyway, Alex Knost, who once famously explained why surfers generally aren’t pals, “People pretend they aren’t but deep down there’s a brotherhood, or sister hood, a family”, has just released a film with Mike February called Longhorns.
Whether you love it or hate it, and I loved every piece of it, you will be powerless to shrug it off.
Essential.
