The Palm Springs Surf Club, one of three tanks being built or repurposed in that desert resort town famous as a shrine to mid-century modernism, is a gold spark of pure light, I think.
Ain’t nothing serious, here.
Clownish good times mixed with the California sun; a place so ripe it is deadly sweet.
Here, below, twelve minutes of finless tow-ats, a little bodysurfing, much vulgar indolence.
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Wade Goodall ain't one for doing things by numbers.
Watch: Vans’ full-length feature Pentacoastal aka “Puke the colour of pitch, eyes rolling back, barking like dogs, speaking in tongues!”
Did you miss yesterday’s world premiere of the thirty-minute film Wade Goodall and Shane Fletcher made for their Daddy Vans?
Yeah, me too, standing there waiting for the thing to start, looking bewildered, Tanner Gudauskas telling me to stick it out etc.
The last time I spoke to Wade was five years or so ago, when he lit up on various topics, including Teahupoo, “When it’s big is a siren of sorts. It lures you in. It must be a woman. When you see it, you want it but it scares you. She will either give you the ride of your life or kick you in the nuts. My favourite wave in the world for sure” and staying relevant away from the tour, “I don’t give a shit about staying relevant. I surf because I love it. If your main concern is staying relevant then you’re on the cow’s tit and milking it hard. I don’t want to do that.”
Pentacoastal, the name, is a clever riff on Pentecostalism, that wild hillbilly branch of Protestantism with its baptisms, holy fire, speaking in tongues, imminent second coming of Jay-Z etc.
Come for Wade’s wild takeoff into the tube, stay for Reynolds’ wild backside hangers, brave little Harry Bryant’s Indo beats and a fine soundtrack.
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Bask in Mason's histrionics.
Watch: Mason Ho in “Did they take your baby to harvest body organs?”
A masterclass in the childish-but-thrilling-to-watch fins-first takeoff…
In this, the fiftieth instalment of Mason Ho’s North Shore winter and spring, our innards are yanked out by Mason’s capacity to ride waves fins first.
Oh, it’s childish trick, I know, and to some about as clever as losing one’s teeth to improve the ability to fellate, but it’s a skill that has forever fascinated me.
Wax pioneer Sticky Bumps do it all in their San Diego lab…
One year shy of fifty years in the game for an all-American, family-run biz that makes everything in a factory out the back of Carlsbad, well, that ain’t a bad sorta run.
This short, hosted by Charlie Smith, is part two in our Made in the USA series that celebrates companies that don’t use Chinese or Bangladeshi sweatshops where brave children are tapped for a few years and then thrown away on the scrap heap with all the other tweens the factory owner has destroyed.
In this series, it’s American workers, American ideas. American juggernauts of steely muscle and bravado.
And, today, you’ll tap into Wax Research, makers of Sticky Bumps, and see how wax is produced in a no-waste, all-American facility where everything is created in-house.
Sticky Bumps is also the official wax of BeachGritand the makers of our own very special blend, perfumed to the heavens, coming real soon.
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Mikey Wright can wink an eye, throw a kiss and toss his hair, all at the same time.
Watch: Mikey Wright in, “You fucken get sick of crew asking what’s wrong with ya!”