We at BeachGrit take surfing like we take life. As anti-depressive! We believe that surfers are in sore need of new standards which will release him from his confusion and place him once again in fruitful communion with the depths of surfing. BeachGrit is loose but we lead with a libertine moral code. We challenge you not to be tempted by our fast-flowing suction! Whatever you think of us, of our writers, and of our swinging attitudes, we promise you’ll never be bored.

Meet the editorial staff here!

Chas Smith, left, and Derek Rielly. Happy as larks at Kelly Slater’s Surf Ranch.

Derek Rielly is an editor, writer, magazine and book publisher, entrepreneur and PR agent. He has launched two magazines, including Stab (in 2003) and the four-language title Surf Europe, acted as a trouble-shooting editor on Australia’s biggest men’s title, created websites, advertising campaigns and consulted on others. His writing has appeared in The Australian, The Sydney Morning Herald and Wish magazine and many others. For five years, Derek wrote a weekly column for Fairfax newspapers on topics as diverse as love, sex, abortion and politics. His photography (yes, he shoots too) has appeared in The Good Weekend and in advertising campaigns. The Australian newspaper describes Derek as “good-looking, astute and charming.”

“Derek Rielly is whip smart and currently topping my ‘Men I’ll Sleep With When I Come Out Of The Closet’ list. When I interviewed him he wore a white headband, white vee-neck tee, louis Vuitton high-cut shorts, and snowy white tube socks pulled up to his knees.” JAMIE BRISICK

Derek’s latest work, called Wednesdays With Bob, is a best-selling biography of the popular Australian Prime Minister Bob Hawke.

From the writer and film producer Jamie Brisick: “Derek Rielly is whip smart and currently topping my ‘Men I’ll Sleep With When I Come Out Of The Closet’ list. When I interviewed him he wore a white headband, white vee-neck tee, louis Vuitton high-cut shorts, and snowy white tube socks pulled up to his knees. He resembled a late-‘70s Bjorn Borg with an Oscar Wilde wit.”

Charlie Smith is a hyper-ironic surf journalist and bon vivant from Coos Bay, Oregon; frequent contributor to Stab magazine and a contributing editor at Surfing magazine since the mid-2000s. Comfortable in dangerous Third World nations, Smith spent time in Lebanon and Somalia in the early 2000s researching and writing pieces for Vice, an arts and culture magazine. He also covered the 2006 Israeli-Hezbollah conflict for the internet-based CurrentTV, an assignment that ended with Smith as a brief captive of Hezbollah.

Smith’s first book, Welcome to Paradise, Now Go to Hell, a surf-based cultural peek at the North Shore of Oahu, came out in 2013. In an upbeat review, Kirkus called Smith the “clown prince of trash prose, and described the book as a “boozy and often funny investigation into a little-understood corner of America.”

Smith’s work for Vice caught the eye of Derek Rielly, editor-in-chief at Australia’s Stab magazine, who soon hired him as a contributing writer. Smith’s prose is clipped, packaged in rapid-fire bursts, usually in first-person perspective, always with a tongue-in-cheek earnestness. At Stab, Smith quickly earned a following for his flippant wicked-smart observations of the more urbane pro tour party scene. He loved provocation, and drew attention and a bit of ire as the editor of Stab’s December, 2008 “Fascism Issue.” He gained further notoriety in 2009 for an ugly public dust-up with two-time world champion Mick Fanning, during which Fanning reportedly called Smith a “fucking Jew” for “writing shit” about him, and threatend to punch Smith in the face.

Smith’s first book, Welcome to Paradise, Now Go to Hell, a surf-based cultural peek at the North Shore of Oahu, came out in 2013. In an upbeat review, Kirkus called Smith the “clown prince of trash prose, and described the book as a “boozy and often funny investigation into a little-understood corner of America.”

In 2014, Smith began writing for Esquire.com, and later that year blog-posted on SurfingMagazine.com that he was, happily and without regret, saying goodbye to surf writing in order to become a war correspondent although he soon left the battlefield to found BeachGrit with Derek Rielly.

Charlie’s latest work is the book, Cocaine and Surfing, an Outrageous Exposé. 

(From Matt Warshaw’s Encyclopedia of Surfing)

Travis Ferré is the thirty-something co-founder of What Youth media house and a former editor of Surfing magazine. Trav says the biggest kick out of creating What Youth was “that I may have played a part in putting things into the world that made people feel how I did when I was growing up discovering surfing and all of it’s nuances and oddities. Those were the warmest of times, when the romance of surfing was still an infinite pursuit set to a cool song.”

Travis was once invited to surf Kelly Slater’s Surf Ranch at a private session. He refused.

“I hate that the hottest surf topic is about something that takes place outside the ocean,” he says. “I also think we’ve become one of the most conservative cultures out there — I’d imagine we disappoint middle America and much of the world by how square and comfortable with jock culture we have become. I also don’t like ‘academy surf towns’ where kids drive golf carts to surf and don’t go to school.”

Travis writes with a natural flair although this didn’t necessarily come easy. 

“I learned a lot about ‘surf’ writing once I realised skateboarders don’t call it “skateboard writing.” That was helpful. That knocks some of the over-romantic goober out of it. So to me good ‘surf writing’ rids itself of surf writing’s pretentious and self righteous past. It recognises that what we do is little more than a neat way to exercise (thanks Matt Warshaw), has some good stories and the occasional existential aha! moment. When surf writing can escape those chains it is able to bring to life one of the most fascinating cultures, histories and activities happening on earth. And it brings us all closer together in doing so.”

“I like an honest jab to the nose and a little perspective on how it feels to have blood running down the lip. I used to find it funny that ‘surf writing’ took itself so seriously. We were this culture full of pretentious writers trying to write transcendental essays about riding a wave? I found it awful and boring…” TRAVIS FERRE

Travis is a purist, in the water, on the keys, and says he doesn’t like ‘tricky writing.’ 

“I don’t like games,” he says. “I like an honest jab to the nose and a little perspective on how it feels to have blood running down the lip. I used to find it funny that ‘surf writing’ took itself so seriously. We were this culture full of pretentious writers trying to write transcendental essays about riding a wave? I found it awful and boring — even though I wanted desperately to like it — and luckily I think we are in a moment of escaping those times (thanks to Derek and Chas and some others). So thank you. I try to be conscious of all the over romanticizing that’s been done. No tricks, just be honest. I probably won’t describe the polyps in the coral reef in too much detail, but if I do a good job you’ll know they were there but they won’t bog us down. And maybe through it all that we’ll have a moment together.” 

About surfing, he says, “I like that it’s the only place on earth where I can still be completely without my phone. Which gives it a multitude of healthy side effects.”

Steve Shearer is Bribie Island subhuman redneck scum who writes surf at the Grit under the name Longtom, after a Pacific Ocean fish with a long snout full of needle sharp teeth that once attacked his friend in the lagoon at Lennox Head and made the front page of the local papers. He subscribes to the losing doctrine of anarcho-primitivism, feels zero kinship with the entire body of surf writing published to date, is in fact deeply ashamed to have been ensnared in it. Without the existence of BeachGrit he probably would have been able to make a clean getaway.

A guiding light is the statement: “There a thousand paths that have never yet been trodden, a thousand forms of health and hidden islands of life. Man and Man’s Earth are still unexhausted and undiscovered” which will surprise no-one by being attributed to German philospher Fred Nietszche.

He has always had a real job, usually something backbreaking like commercial fishing or banal like bus driving which has allowed him the great luxury of never having been fatally compromised by commercial considerations in writing about surf. Fucking stupid though, because in so doing he missed many paid trips to Indo and elsewhere.

He has always had a real job, usually something backbreaking like commercial fishing or banal like bus driving which has allowed him the great luxury of never having been fatally compromised by commercial considerations in writing about surf. Fucking stupid though, because in so doing he missed many paid trips to Indo and elsewhere. He managed to fund 20 years of round the world surf vagabonding by serial working binges and low level hustling of varying degrees of legality. He harbours great fidelity to the people he met along the way and considers them his natural readership.

He is father, husband and stewards a small goat herd , as well as chickens and vegetable beds in Lennox Head; which used to be a working mans paradise but is now under the jackboot of the developers bulldozer. He rockfishes religiously in his spare time, which, when surfing, writing and family duties are subtracted is minimal- usually solo and at night- and is currently working on two books: a memoir titled Big Tits, Blue Water and a book on the reality of surfing with sharks titled Predatory Disruption.