Most anything you want in this world is easier if you're a pretty boy.
Breathe in the the scent of Lowers in this three-minute short and think of surf and seaweed instead of inhaling the ammonia scent of your own dirty hovel.
This is a movie, I think for men who want to dress in lacy frilly things, pay for boys with freckles and curls and want their cheerleaders with a cock.
Stars Ian Crane, Kolohe Andino, Griffin Colopinto, Crosby Colopinto, Cole Houshmand, Jett Schilling, Kade Matson, Taj Linblad, David Economos, Brett Simpson, Yadin Nichol, filmed and edited by Jason Crane, maybe brother of the edit’s star Ian Crane.
Few days in MAY. Source: BEACH HEAD
Eithan Osborne, flying for Israel!
Oy Vey: Watch Israeli Olympian Eithan Osborne and goyim Parker Coffin and Ian Crane tear hell out of Palm Springs tank!
Stage one of the old Wet 'n' Wild site's rebuild is sweeter than a jasmine mist coating your face like a fine desert sweat.
Ain’t nothing bad about a three-foot wedge built in the loving arms of a desert one hundred miles west* of Los Angeles.
It don’t rain, it don’t get cold and it ain’t Waco where you stay in broken-down tin shacks with red velvet curtains and the ghosts of David Koresh and his seventy-five white Christian brothers and sisters, incinerated by the FBI just one mile up the road on Mount Carmel, tapping on your window in the dark of night.
In a post to his sixteen-thousand followers, let’s call ’em Branch Magnussions, Cheyne wrote, “1/3 the amount of wave generating as BSR. Pool shape untouched since 1980. Less water than every other full scale wave park out there. Still making sections for the boys to go ham on!!! This thing is only half built people, wait till I get double the power.”
"I have to get better. I have to improve by going out there, taking wipeouts, two-wave hold-downs, getting hurt on the reef."
In this nine-minute short, perennial world title contender Filipe Toledo talks, relatively candidly I think, about the reputation that has bedevilled his career since his zero point heat at Teahupoo in 2015.
“Pete Mel is in the water,” said the commentator Joe Turpel. “Pete, has Filipe had any chances? Why is he scoreless?”
“Well, I think that…ummm…”
“The reputation’s not good. People talking about it? I don’t like it,” says Filipe.
This film, made by Luke Farquhar, contrasts that zero-point heat in Tahiti with his near-win over Kelly Slater at eight-to-ten-foot Pipeline in 2018 where Filipe nearly nails a ten-pointer to win the heat and stay in title contention.
“I’m not the best surfer out at Pipeline; I’m not the best surfer in Tahiti. I have to get better. I have to improve by going out there, taking wipeouts, two-wave hold-downs, getting hurt on the reef,” he says.
As may have been alluded to over the last couple of years, the film was supposed to climax with Filipe paddling into a ten-footer at Teahupoo, emerging to indelicate screaming and a besmirched reputation wiped clean; a project that had so many false starts, trips to Tahiti, missing swells and back and forthing that it was eventually shelved.
I do hate to waste a good interview, in this case Sam George asking some pretty tough questions in a makeshift studio set up in Filipe’s San Clemente garage.
So we cut the original feature back, stripped it to the original interview and sprinkled a little fairy dust here and there.
Maybe you’ll like, maybe you won’t, although I do feel it’s worthy of examination.
Have I persuaded, via this guide, a single VAL to abandon the noble art of rocking off? @stillstoked
Watch: Timid but tenacious VAL’s multiple rock jump fails from giant Sydney swell! “I didn’t realise you were that big of a kook!”
As always on these things punch the volume right up…
Jumping off rocks into the drink ain’t hard in the same way as backside tuberiding ain’t rocket science.
Pick a line, steel your nerve, don’t panic. Easy to say, hard to do.
I learned my lesson real young when I tried to follow shaping great Darren Handley off Kirra’s big groyne during a cyclone-fuelled swell.
Where Darren danced, quickly, over a well-trodden route, done it a million times etc, and didn’t blink as he threw himself into the ocean, I tip-toed, turned around, went back, stood there, jumped into a set, panicked, untied my leash, tried to climb back up the rocks, and finished my rock-jump campaign clinging to bolts on a rock like a limpet, my little Rusty wedged somewhere below.
A good lesson.
And apart from a one-foot day at Whale Beach when I slipped down a hole, and after a dozen years habitually surfing Burleigh, it’s never happened again.
In this lovely film captured by Still Stoked during this week’s monster swell in Sydney, we see a timid but tenacious VAL refuse to accept defeat as he breaks every rule in the rock-jump playbook.
I see half-a-dozen mistakes.
Tell me what you see, yes?
As always in those things, the commentary complements the actin wonderfully.
A perilous dance!
Enigmatic phenomenon Mason “Baby” Ho rides four-nine, twenty-litre micro-surfboard in wildest clip yet: “Every now and then even a blind pig finds an acorn!”
"Mason first tries his 4’9” 20.00 liter Mini surfboard ...Lost Rad Ripper and almost dies."
Mason “Baby” Ho riding little surfboards over the sorta reef ledge that’d have most of us dirtying our darling little panties, ain’t new.
But this has a feeling of madness, like a drunk beating his against the floor. Here, it’s Mason and pal, Sheldon “Bubba” Paishon, ploughing dry tubes under the hot North Shore sun.
“Mason first tries his 4’9” 20.00 liter Mini surfboard …Lost Rad Ripper and almost dies,” says filmer Rory Pringle.
And, it’s not as if Baby is immune to regular ol fear of sharp reef.
“Not reefs in general ‘cause I love reefs, but razor sharp reef,” Baby told me a few years back. “That shit makes me cringe. I’ll never snorkel at Pipe ‘cause I’m too scared to see what’s underneath.”
In that same interview I asked him about his worst fight,
“I’ve had a few good ones!” said Baby. “I’ve never really gotten too beaten up, though. I like to talk it out and do it nicely, like what just happened recently at Deserts (Desert Point, Lombok, Indonesia). I don’t want no problems after. I like to be respectful. I’ll say, “I’m sorry you’re pissed, and I respect you big time, but you look down to fight and I’m down to fight, so let’s go in, fight, then shake hands and have a beer afterwards.” That’s my theory. If you’re going to fight, respect ‘em and they’ll respect you back and maybe not tag you so bad if they catch you good. If they call me a bitch, at least I tried. I’ll come in and… bang… dynamite! When I was a kid, an Aussie guy cracked me really good. We made friends ‘cause I elbowed him in the face and he was all stoked. That was on the Gold Coast.”