Showing posts with label Surf. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Surf. Show all posts

04 December 2015

Locals Only !

"If you don't live here, don't surf here"

01 December 2015

Reds Don't Surf !

12 March 2015

Reds Don't Surf !

09 March 2015

Lightning Bolt: A Pure Source

09 December 2014

Reds Don't Surf !

19 November 2014

80s Surf Style

Surfing Photographs from the Eighties Taken by Jeff Divine (2011)

02 November 2014

Reds Don't Surf !

29 September 2014

Locals Only !

16 September 2014

A Woman's Place (Operation Hang Ten)

cute and deadly surf twins
"Bill closed his eyes. He felt his jaws ache from gritting his teeth. Where was Lulu? Right there was the jolt he needed. A woman’s place was in the oven. Girls belonged at home, barefoot and pregnant, their lives should revolve around some man. This was not work for them. They were created for the care and pleasure of man."

Patrick Morgan, Deadly Group Down Under (1970)

03 June 2014

Cali Jugend

06 May 2014

Reds Don't Surf !

22 April 2014

The Eighties at Echo Beach

From the publisher:

'You won't find Echo Beach on any map. But for a band of surfers from Newport Beach the stretch between 52nd and 56th street was an entire universe of 80s cool. These Day-Glo surfers singlehandedly demolished the laid-back 70s style with a loud blast of Devo and attitude. Out of the water, they wore Aquanet pompadours, Wayfarers, and neon boardshorts. In the water, they ripped up the wave two feet from local photographer Mike Moir's Canon fish eye. The photos he published in the surf magazines ignited a counter culture that grew into the 80s as we know and love them. Echo Beach captures the marriage of surf and fashion that was ground zero of the 80s, when a zebra-striped twin fin surfboard and a hot yellow wet suit was the ticket to happiness.'

15 April 2014

Waimea Bay Wipeout (Operation Hang Ten)

To wipeout here meant millions of tons of water grinding your flesh into coral rock and lava. And if you recovered, it meant being sucked far out to sea as the next gigantic wave built itself up. Loose boards were like floating knifes, the fins could gut a man like a fresh-caught fish being cleaned. But Bill knew that once you were up there, once you had the wave judged just right, the ride in was the sweetest, most powerful feeling there was.

Patrick Morgan, Hang Dead Hawaiian Style (1969)

14 February 2014

Hang Ten

30 August 2013

23 July 2013

Locals Only !

03 July 2013

Surfing Huntington Beach

27 June 2013

San Onofre Surfing Club

26 June 2013

06 June 2013

Reds Don't Surf !