absolutely bloody warranted homophobia
- about halfway through this punishing dune routine to the Joey and back the other day our suffering solitary stalwart surfer almost trips over a chap lying in the bloody NUDE on the track.
The drabness and predictability (even at its most spectacular) of professional surfing today can be found in the attitude of today’s professional surfers, which can be summed up in one word – prosperity.
A couple of sallow faced youths trailed their elders, holding long strings of fresh explosives. They were smoking, looking up at the windows, laughing.
I would like to write about Mr. Russell Byars. Russell doesn't surf, he chucks rocks. In fact he's a champion at it.
"While researching a possible career in illustration, and being a keen surfer, I noticed that the genre of "surf art" had potential, but was also cluttered with some of the worst kitsch I'd yet seen." Pascal Bompard.
" What bothers me is that the top magazines are pushing professionalism. These young kids get the idea they want to be professionals and let everything else go - including their education. That's the wrong way to go… I've seen a lot of kids go down the drain trying to become professionals." Leroy Grannis
Apprenticed to the land thereafter and never one for footwear. His sister’s favourite brother, his mother’s best work.
Thank you for your applications, the job is taken, you are out of luck, get a life and go north, there is nothing for you here.
This is John Galliano. He doesn't surf. John's into fashion, no surprise eh?.
Wayne Lynch's cutback remains contemporary, and Nat's antenna -hand still looks ridiculous, and why didn't Ted Spencer ever stand up straight?
Mr Heeley (the artist) has got credentials, plenty of credentials, he also has a fine eye for the essence of a set of extremely georgeous peelers on a hot day - Just pretend it's Byron Bay in 1905 from the Pandanus cove, only you and me are there - and it's your turn to go out.
‘ You wanta EXPLAIN,’ exasperates Thommo, ‘ how a man with forty years of surfing this city from Cronulla to the Box has to deal with a hundred racks of dresses and bikinis and every fucken thing under the sun but fucken BOARDSHORTS?‘
Do you just want to buy a few bottles of beer, or do you really want to come in here.
‘ I’m new at surfing and would like to know how one would define a kook?’ - this question answered here at length.
Gary Birdsall's name should be whispered with great reverence, he has credentials - he's from Cronulla and he's a goofy foot. Gary also likes to do a bit of art .
Come with us on the journey.
The reason that director Godfrey Reggio excluded any dialogue in the film was that he thought that language was in a vast state of humiliation.
One mile away to the south Bondi would greet the dawn like an overworked whore on a Sunday morning with dozens of French Letters littering her high water mark.
Mr Warren has done well with this modest edition (pub 1988, 232 pages) and has claimed the middle ground of surfing literature with its success. Many Australians bought the book for one of two reasons - (1) it is an atlas and therefore holds promise of detailed maps, graphs and supplementary illustrations of the entire world of surfing and (2) to find out where that tasty left is on the cover.