Griffin Colapinto in “I’ll shine like a million suns if only you’ll love me!”

Come for the laughs, stay for the surfing…

It says something about the sport of kings (and queens, of course) that little quarter is given even to the very talented.

In this sub-three minute clip featuring everyone’s fav rookie Griff Colapinto at Lowers, you can see the way America treats a man of talent and of real worth. Oh it’s just dreadful. Boards here and there, aft and fore. The just-turned-twenty-year-old with the rich voice of a large man forced to challenge beginners for waves.

But Griffin is not a man to drop his lower lip or weep.

Why would you when you can surf like this?

When your heart is full why permit yourself to be disillusioned?

As Griffin himself says, “Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say and not giving a damn.”


Full-length: A history of the “fucking fish” surfboard!

As told by Lost. "The impact on my life was immense," says Matt Biolos.

I loved the Lost fish with its aggression and its warmth and its volatility. First taste, 1999, last taste, a few years ago. This thirteen-minute cut from Lost is a brief history of the fish surfboard wrapped in blanket upon blanket of archival footage of the Biolos interpretation of the early twin-fins.

Biolos’ board, the round-nose-fish, was different from the prevailing wisdom of the time (1995), even among the early fishes. The 5’5″, as ridden by Chris Ward and Cory Lopez, turned a generation on to the idea that a performance board could be kinda kooky looking, a pointed nose but with a forward wide point and all wrapped up with a regular pulled-in 14″ tail (and radically thin at 2 1/16″). It’s a combination that, even now, some shapers don’t get, sending devils out on those thick and straight-railed cruise ships with 20″ tails.

“The tail as always the dirty little secret,” says Biolos. “It’s the same width as a normal high-performance board was at the time. And it was this lack of a big, wide tail that allowed the boys to surf them in such radical waves.”

This board is now affixed to a wall in the …Lost office and if you were ever thinking of making an offer for it, maybe you’re a collector or an investor in such things, Matt says for four-gees you’d probs have a sale…


What was the reason behind its creation?
Biolos: This board was made for Cory Lopez in the fall of 1995. The reason I started making these was purely because Chris Ward asked me if I would make him a “Fish”. This was over the phone in the fall of ‘94 while Chris was in Hawaii. He said Tom Curren was on a Fish and he wanted one. I had no idea what Chris was asking for, really. I knew of The Lis-type fish (based on San Diego kneeboarder Steve Lis’ twin-fins from the early ‘70s) and the Fireball Fish (Australian Tom Peterson’s take in the ‘90s). This was before the internet and The Surfers Journal type of historic surf journalism so I went down to a local surf shop (BC Surf Shop,) and checked out some classic twin fins from the 70’s that were hanging on the wall and took mental notes. These boards we very MR-esque. Most were late 70’s, early pre thruster 80’s twinnies. If you look at this board, and our RNF (round nose fish) in general, you will notice the actual nose is fairly pointy and the tail is kinda pulled, not unlike the MR twins. The board pictured would be about a year after the first one I made and it was definitely already refined as I’d started riding these types of boards by then as well and was getting them dialled. I was sorta working in a vacuum ‘cause so few people were making these types of boards at the time.

It’s interesting ‘cause I always figured they were based on a Lis or a Fireball… When Chris called me and talked about Tom Curren on the fish we later found out that what he had seen was Tommy surfing was one of the Peterson Fireballs. I didn’t know it at the time and that’s why my fish is a nearly polar opposite of those boards. It actually wasn’t until later when we watched one of those Rip Curl Search videos that we saw Tommy on the Lis-type kneeboard fish. Our board had little resemblance to that board either. The width of my entire swallow, tip to tip, was about as wide as one-half of the kneeboard tail. Unlike the MR/Reno Twins, which I based my board on, I was using a single concave under the front foot and then vee in the tail. This gave the flat rocker board a really curvy rail line and allowed the radical turns without the trackiness that was so prevalent in fishy designs in the past and even later in the Lis rip-off craze that was to come. There were others doing things, though. Kasey Curtis had a CI “Twin Finner” that had an extremely pulled in baby swallow, which he carved really well on. It was really right around the same time. Like, summer ‘95.

Can you describe the reaction when it hit the streets? Uh, people tripped out when you would show up with them but once they saw you having fun on them it really piqued their interest. This was just after those years of nearly everyone riding incredibly lowvolumed, needle-nose, extreme rocker chips. Of course, what Chris and Cory were doing on them, and Mike (Reola) following them around with the video camera, is what made it happen.

How many boards did you sell? How many of the 5’5” (1998) movies did you shift? Oh, I don’t even know. It sorta grew slowly. Then when the movie came out it just exploded. I had to hire a few shapers and start scanning my designs into the computer for the first time. It was on. The crazy thing is, after that movie came out, ever shaper’s business went up. Shapers all over the world were calling me and saying thanks for making that movie ‘cause all of a sudden, everyone needed a new surfboard.

How does the original 5’5” compare now? Y’ridden one lately? Wow, I have not. I usually burn through a board model and once I feel good about it, I tend to go and punish myself developing new ones. But, interestingly enough, the classic holds up. It’s Mason’s favourite of all our fish. I made all the boys a couple of them about four years ago when we filmed 5’5” Redux. Gorkin (Aaron Cormican) and Mason both nailed full sections on the remakes I did them. In fact, I had one of Cory’s from ‘96 all repaired and fixed up, then Gorkin went and nailed a full seg on that thing. The board was about 13 years old at the time. We still make five, maybe 10, per month in the summer.

How has this design impacted current board design? Shit, I know it made an impact. There isn’t a shaper alive who won’t at least admit that. For me, the impact on my life was immense. It put me on the map. It was the breakthrough for me as a designer and shaper. Before the RNF, I was that shaper guy who paints rad stuff and makes surf party vids. It afforded me the opportunity to get good surfers on my boards without them really needing to risk using them in contests. It bought me time as a designer to learn to get better. It made it possible for me to travel the world as a shaper. Once the design hit, I was immediately getting calls from around the world to come shape. Europe, South Africa, Australia, it all happened after the RNF.

Watch Jeff Raglus in “The surfer immortalised as Pop Artist!”

Deceptively unassuming surfer one of the great contemporary sculptors and painters!

The surfer as artist is a familiar line. For some, it’s a fad to wash off the pharmaceutical fuzziness, others a life.

The art can be derivative and dreadful or as surprising (and as expensive) as a Wagyu beef burger served in a little wooden box and tied up with a ribbon. 

I’ve been collecting the work of surfer, and painter/sculptor/musician Jeff Raglus for a little past a decade. Collecting isn’t quite the right word. For a few years there I had a surplus of cash (two jobs, new biz) and wanted to buy art not for capital gain, which is what the savvy art collector chases, but work that pleased. Splashes of oil and inspiration I could stare and wonder at.

And one turned into three turned into five.

A few years back, Raglus hit me up and said he was selling one of his sculptures for two thousand dollars, a two hundred pound carving called Mr Pinky. Took two strong men (i.e. not me) to drag it into my house. I look at it now and it sinks me with happiness.

This short movie examines the life of a man who ranks among the most accomplished in the game, and who has avoided the frenzied fantasy life of money and the city.

Check out his kid too. Kasper. Artist. Musician. Real good surfer. Just like his old boy.

You’ll like this movie. Calming. Lovely.



Drone: “Big, Bad, Backless Nias from the Bird!”

Observe the outrageous tableaux from the sky!

One month ago, the Indonesian island of Nias played host to a bevy of big-wave chasers. These included Mark Healey, Nathan Florence, Koa Rothman and so on.

Following the trail of breadcrumbs was every noted filmer in the game, including the Australian Chris Bryan (read here about his $140k camera and his great snatch of Mark Healey) and the American Ryan “Chachi” Craig whose work is presented here.

This short is presented by Surfer magazine and is, mostly, drone angles, which amplify the backless nature of the wave, and the swell, as well as a couple of wide-angle water shots.

There are moments, I think, when reality appears to detach itself.


Question: “How do you want to die?”

At your favourite wave during the swell of the year?

Yesterday, a Little Avalon local, and by local I mean…local… drowned while surfing his favourite wave. LA Bob or Homeless Bob aka Bob Bevern was sixty-two and lived in a van on the clifftop overlooking the little Sydney reef after a divorce, a kid, lack of work and so on soaked up his cash reserves.

After a while, the low-cost breezy lifestyle grew upon him.

“I’ve been called crazy on a number of occasions,” he said in a featurette made last year. Bob described the joy of “laying back enveloped by the wave” and vowed to live next to the surf until he died.

Now, drowning ain’t pretty.

But neither is being eighty years old and living in a dementia ward, rattling around the corridors in a perpetual state of confusion or being eaten alive by cancer in front of your family, your final days, months, lived in a morphine haze.

Click, click, click. 

And the prologues to old age, as written by the author Mary Roach, “loneliness, decrepitude, pain, debilitation, depression, senility. After a few years of those, I imagine death presents like a holiday at the beach.”

How do you want to split this mortal coil?

Like Bob, at your favourite wave, during the swell of the year, your van still parked on the headland, full of your books, your clothes? Your memory still warm in people’s hearts?

Maybe hit by a White?

Or would you prefer the common end: hospital bed, muttering doctors, plastic tubes, toxic chemicals, fluorescent lights, before straight-lining and being sent to the ice box at the morgue and then prepped and readied for cremation?