Puerto Rican surfer Dylan Graves flouts fears of instant brain death and rides most dangerous wave yet: “I’m going to end up like one of those old weirdos who lives in a network of tunnels burrowed through trash – yet I do not fear this.”

Wild and beautiful.

In episode three, season three, of Vans’ Weird Waves series, which is hosted by the Puerto Rican shredder Dylan Graves, the essential nature of fun is explored over the course of a series of vignettes.

The most revealing is the examination of the work of Orange County surfer Parker Cohn.

Parker, who is twenty, has discovered a surge of water that pushes through a naturally occurring archway and onto a battlefield of barely submerged rocks.

“Hopping fences, running from security guards, guaranteed to lose skin on the reef, all to get away from the chaos of southern California’s waves,” says Graves.

“This is Narnia, and to get there you have to go into your grandma’s closet, open the door and crawl in,” says the mysterious Cohn.

Breathtaking: Hawaiian Mason Ho makes Endless Summer-style discovery in Mexico, “All God’s Chillun Got Wings!”

Tiny empty tubes for happy Hawaiian… 

In this short film, released today, we find Mason Ho south of the now non-existent US border, riding sand-bottom tubes reminiscent of Bruce Brown’s famous Cape Saint Francis discovery in 1962.

The waves are little but are so brilliantly turned out, that once combined with Mason’s goofiness and pert little body, the director is gifted money shot after money shot after money shot, like a barebacking gang-bang scene in a rock-and-cock movie.


Eleven-year-old New Jersey tween lands trick that has eluded world champion surfers for forty years! “Your feet came over your back!”

Fantastic, by any imaginable standard… 

New Jersey surfer Cruz Dinofa, who is eleven years old, has landed a backside front flip, the first of its sort, at a wavepool in Waco, Texas.

Dinofa, who frequents, mostly, 7th Street in Ocean City, inherits the tireless and repetitive energy as well as the futurist worship of his aerial forefathers, Martin Potter, Matt Archbold, Christian Fletcher, Kelly Slater and so on.

This backside front flip has a poetic logic, as well as an impish cultural irreverence, and is proof that wavepools, at least in the realm of the fetishised technical air, will remove the mysticism of above-the-lip surfing.

Puerto Rican surfer Dylan Graves rides ten-minute, three-mile wave in “We thought we’d opened another dimension in time!”

Impossible to resist.

In the third season of Vans’ Weird Waves series, which is hosted by the Puerto Rican Dylan Graves, we detour into the fundamentally complex world of tanker surfing in Texas, where the wakes of these giant vessels are chased down, wrangled and driven hard into the dirty water.

The almost-forty-year-old Graves, a favourite of BeachGrit,  acts out the drama for our entertainment; his look, the hair falling to his shoulders, the very good but still accessible surfing, the vivacity, creates the cumulative effect of us all longing to be alongside Dylan Graves, chasing tankers.

The skipper of the boat charter which delivers Graves to these waves describes the kick from tanker surfing as similar to crack cocaine.

Totally addictive, totally fucked, I think.

Puerto Rico’s Dylan Graves surfs under first Halloween full moon in 77 years in, “What would a racist call werewolves?”

Bring it on fur-ass!

As the undisputed face of novelty wave riding, one can imagine Ben Gravy fuming over not getting the gig for Vans’ delightfully kooky Weird Wave series.

Instead, we get Dylan Graves.

Fair dos: he is a Vans team rider after all, plus he has that kind of late 80s SST records era look – a little bit Minutemen, a little bit Hüsker Dü – that Vans can’t resist mining for all it’s worth.

Not to mention that DIY, pseudo slap-dash zine style aesthetic.

This first episode of the third series is all about night surfing. The absolute highlight: bio-luminescent glowstick waves at Oceanside – Dylan and some buddies carving iridescent lines into tumbling florescent froth.

Blue waves. Blue moons.

Later on, for a split second, a tube lit up from the inside, an ice white curtain against a jet-black backdrop. All very mystical, otherworldly, or “fully sick,” as Dylan puts it.

Have you ever done any night surfing? I have not, at least not intentionally.