Did you ever fall out of love with the lil West Oz maestro Taj Burrow? Forty and still watering eyes!

From Taj’s sponsor Globe: A few months after we left him from our adventures down the coast of WA for the Australia Part, he hit us up to let us know he had chased a swell to the Mentawais on a last minute whim and got the best HT’s and Macaronis he’d ever had. It was a solo mission and luckily our friend Dav @fox_in_soks was on hand to jump in and document the adventure. It wasn’t a big team trip, no photoshoots, no schedule to adhere to, no expectations…just an old fashioned strike mission. Needless to say, TB nailed it.

A handful of draggers survived the Polyprocalypse. Beneath the rubble they lay hiding.

From the presser: Hideously disfigured and battling chronic Drag induced psychosis, they roam the underground trenches of this dystopian deep web of horizontal (and vertical) wave debauchery. Gathering in secret. Dragging abandoned slabs to feed their obscure addiction, recruiting those rejected by the mindless control of hard society into their flaccid underworld commune. Not quite alive, not yet in the fiery pits where there’s weeping and gnashing of teeth, they lay in this soft purgatory, awake in anguish where the wages of Drag are surely death.