A destructive two-point-five minutes…
To know Noa Deane is to love him. I think. I’ve only had limited contact but have found him to be a supremely loveable, lovably freakish fellow.
(Guns) “It’s a powerful fucking thing in your hands. It’s a weird feeling. You’ve got a gun with a bullet that can kill someone. Is it sexy? Yeah.”
(In-N-Out) “It’s so unhealthy and cheap. It’s everything I want in one thing.”
(Morocco holiday) “The surf was doing my fucking head in. I couldn’t deal with it anymore. I was, I wanna get outta here, I fucking hate this same shit, it’ll be fucked, let’s fuck off.”
(Moroccan cuisine) “Me and and Jay smoked some hash and we were so high we went and ate snails. They’re like abalone, a little chicken-esque, too.”
(Airs) “If you do a big air and you bone it, it shows how passionate you are about airs.”
The burlesque in Noa’s surfing and simplicity of attitude is a nice mixture of poison and treacle.
Although he is a decently modest person, his surfing faces his audience, and even in this throwaway short, it will make your jowls wobble.