Kim Kardashian and Kourtney Kardashian scrap while Dane Reynolds shreds!
Kourtney Kardashian’s surfer neighbour Dane Reynolds releases back-to-back “crass and discordant” films
By Derek Rielly
Dane Reynolds, as filmmaker, as surfer, as curator of culture, has learned to detect where the milk is watered and the sugar is sanded.
It’s been three years since the bucolic idyll of the former world number four Dane Reynolds was shattered by the noisy arrival of the homeliest of the Kardashians, Kourtney, and her husband, the punk-lite drummer Travis Barker.
But lest the daddy of three retreat into his warehouse style barn home in Carpinteria, the famous go-for-broke surfer has instead become the last bulwark of a sport in the grip of its darkest enemy, the chilling rise of the adult beginner, the VAL-apocalypse.
In his latest films for Chapter 11, the almost forty-year-old Dane Reynolds presents Shit Waves, chapters five and six. The edits, as always, have been gently taken from the top shelf and the music is pleasingly “pansy” as a real man might’ve said in the wonderful nineteen seventies.
Dane Reynolds, as filmmaker, as surfer, as curator of a surf culture, has learned to detect where the milk is watered and the sugar is sanded and the rhinestone is passed for diamonds.
Essential.
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Ozzie Wright, straw-haired air king and writer of classic song, Jesus was the King of the Jews.
Fifty-year-old surfer-artist Ozzie Wright proves age shall not weary with epic new short film!
By Derek Rielly
A shot in the arm for all middle-aged surfers!
The surfer, musician and artist Ozzie Wright, the model for a thousand imitators, has stunned surf fans with the release of an epic short that proves age is just a number and that fifty years old is the new fifteen.
It was in the Narrabeen house, one hundred metres from the famous sandbottom left at 5 Loftus Street, that the surf movie classic Doped Youth was filmed in the summer of 2003-4. The movie, which was conceived and made by Ozzie and Waves editor Adam Blakey, starred Kelly Slater, Tom Carroll, Ozzie, Mick Fanning and Joel Parkinson and was released as a DVD with the magazine Waves.
Where were we?
Oh yeah, this short film. It’s the Ozzy part from the surf doc Riding the Wind by Zack Balang and filmed during those wild COVID years, 2020 through 2023.
He loose and sharp.
Essential.
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Over the past week, Jordy Smith has delivered two hall of fame edits, presenting the viewer with the sort of surfing that whips the nerves of even the beady-eyed former surfers on commuting trains into a frantic state of alertness.Â
Middle-aged surf vet Jordy Smith thrills fans with back-to-back hall of fame edits
By Derek Rielly
"Jordy Smith hasn't paid heed to anything greater than Pokemon Go over the past two decades, but somehow at this unlikely point of his career, he’s right in the mix."
Only eight months back, surf fans were stunned when the almost forty-year-old surf vet Jordy Smith swung into world title contention at the tail end of the season. Although he would eventually finish 11th, it was an impressive effort for a man entering his harvest years.
Over the past week, Jordy Smith has delivered two hall of fame edits, presenting the viewer with the sort of surfing that whips the nerves of even the beady-eyed former surfers on commuting trains into a frantic state of alertness.
This, Plus 27, a bone with more than enough meat on it.
And, today, called And Now, a film that shows Jordy Smith knows where the milk is water, the sugar is sanded, the rhinestone passed for diamond and the stucco for stone, as they say.
Essential, both.
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Mason Ho climbs onto the mountaintop on a Tommy Peterson Fireball Fish.
Chinese-Hawaiian surf superstar Mason Ho venerates Fish creator Tommy Peterson in tribute film
By Derek Rielly
The kinetic kid rides his Fireball Fish in a celebration of Tommy Peterson’s life.Â
Surfing World ran an excerpt from an old magazine describing, perfectly, the wild man that was Tommy Peterson.
Tommy Peterson is the personification of the outrageous surfer, both in and out of the water. If indulgence is an art, Tommy transcended the highest levels years ago. Outrageous people have always given surfing its character, so formulating the collective profile was a must to include someone a bit to the left and right of the straight line.
Though I’ve learned a few things about him, there’s no way we could possibly use anybody else to represent the ranks of the radical. Just for a bit of an update, Tom has been surfing around 16 years, always on the edge. He’s been shaping boards on the Gold Coast for a long time, but currently works at Pipedreams.
And Tommy Peterson and MP were close friends of the Ho’s.
A while back I asked him what heaven might look like.
“Heaven to me,” said Mason, “would be a sick little sponge-rock setup with just a perfect slab, a left and right, that’s two-to-12 feet. And on the beach there’s Andy Irons, Michael Peterson, Bruce Lee, Jimi Hendrix, and of course, all my family watching. And I’m the only out. Only me. Sorry! Also on the beach, there’s five or six of my best friends, and Dane Reynolds, and fucking Robbie Page [80s pro surfer, family pal]. Actually, since I make it into whatever I want, I’d have a hundred million waves and tons of guys out there. The best shit ever.”
In this video, created by Mason’s personal sandwich maker Riordan Pringle, the kinetic kid rides his Fireball Fish in a celebration of Tommy Peterson’s life.
Essential.
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Dane Reynolds, not pictured and who is 40 this year, and Tom Curren, 61, are a study of contrasts, one go-for-broke, the other extreme cool minimalism.
Surf gods Tom Curren and Dane Reynolds in wild wave-for-wave shootout at perfect Rincon!
By Derek Rielly
Go-for-broke Dane Reynolds vs master of style Tom Curren…
The go-for-broke surfer from Bakersfield, California, Dane Reynolds, and Tom Roland Curren, a three-time world surfing champion who was unbeatable for most of his career and who popularised the modern Fish, have been filmed going wave-for-wave at California’s dreamy Rincon Point.
Reynolds, who is forty this year, and Curren, sixty-one, are a study of contrasts.
Reynolds employs a stall, load-up and explode style that includes many experimental and aerial manoeuvres while Tom Curren is cool minimalism, a man who influenced a generation of American surfers including the noted Kelly Slater, himself a world champion surfer of renown.
A round glass table readily at home in your grandparents’ living room stands in the center of the room. It’s an obvious thrift shop find. Piles of stickers sit on the table’s two shelves. As a grom at heart, I took the free stickers, yes.
Surf films run on the video screens, which should not surprise you at all.
A poster hangs on the wall from the premier of “Glad You Scored” at the nearby Majestic Ventura Theater, a battered single-screen movie house. There’s a framed photograph of Reynolds surfing, and a framed movie flyer from Australia. Nothing fancy.
Clothing from Former runs along one wall. The line has subdued colors, which is to say, there’s a lot of black. Reynolds pulls design elements from eclectic sources, and the current collection brings a punk-mod vibe.
Reynolds is also producing clothing under his Chapter 11 TV label, and it occupies the store’s opposite wall. Bright, playful, and mostly hand-drawn, it feels entirely different from Former. The groms seem to like it — smaller sizes were scarce.
In an Instagram story, Reynolds explains one of the designs. While sending a text to filmer Hunter Martinez during the Haleiwa comp, Reynolds told him to “Capture the moment.” At the same time, Reynolds was drawing a shooting star for one of his daughters. It’s now a cute as fuck t-shirt and hoody. I regret not buying one.
Boards and suits remain on the sparser side. A few boards hang from the ceiling with space for more. A stack of cards at the front desk stands ready for custom orders to Channel Islands. The extremely analogue approach fits. A rack holds a dozen or so wetsuits.
An opening in the back wall shows a small workspace with a four-color t-shirt printing press. It’s Saturday afternoon, and Reynolds is back there screening shirts. He looks relaxed and happy, like there are few places he would rather be. He waves a cheerful hello.
Surf today?
Nah, it was flat all the way down the coast. Looked like a swimming pool.
Did you check the harbor? He sounds like he’s trying to help us, like he really wants us to find surf today.
I admit that we did not check the harbor. It was so flat, you could have seen a whale fart.
We rehearse the call and response. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week. It’s the slowest winter anyone has seen in years.
We buy a t-shirt and Reynolds thanks us for stopping by and for supporting the project. It feels genuine. He wants to succeed at this thing.
Former professional surfers own beer brands and real estate ventures. They fix and they flip. If Reynolds has a real estate empire, he’s kept it a secret. Instead, he’s selling t-shirts and making videos. And standing there in his shop, he looks damn happy doing it.
In an era where everybody has a desire for the superficial, Curren and Reynolds remind us of of individualism, variety and dissent.