Smooth to the last slash
Santa Cruz is a wonderland for surfers with a little imagination and a diverse quiver, especially come summertime. And during south swells, East Side stylist CJ Nelson’s been living his dream, honing in his stable of mid-lengths, noseriders, and transition-era involvement logs. Surfing the reefs and points and novelty wedges in and around his beloved
Brother at J-Bay, Torren Martyn through West Oz, and Jack Coleman in The Zone
The Zone Feast your eyes on what’s sure to be a radical surf flick from none other than Jack Coleman. Armed with out-of-the-box surfers, experimental board designs, variation upon variation of fin setup, and waves of all shapes and sizes, The Zone looks to shatter what you thought was “normal” in the realm of waveriding.
A jazzy study of movement and form with Lola Mignot
Here’s a jazzy little study in movement and form, with lady logger Lola Mignot. Silky smooth and stylish as hell, this clip’s all dazzle and detail, careful crossteps, and some beautiful underwater action.
Huntington Surf & Sport and Pacific Wave book their tickets to Nationals
West In exciting fashion, and in pumping surf at 56th Street, Newport Beach, Huntington Surf & Sport won the West Regional Qualifier among a stacked field of competition. The event was any team’s to win after defending champion Val Surf was dethroned, leading to an exciting final which saw Brett Simpson and Brad Ettinger secure
"Puerto’s just a tube ride. That’s pretty much all you want to do out here."
Interview by Shawn Magee When Puerto Escondido gets big, waves act like giant Krakens emerging from the deep, wanting to squash everything in their paths. At 15 to 20 feet, they have little regard for the surfers buzzing around their faces, and are capable of breaking boards and bodies in equal measure. This past week,
Granpappy Kelly Slater shows his grandkids a real wave
By Steve Van Rees Light danced off of the water as an early morning sun bloomed over the horizon, and the empty San Clemente coastline sat idle save the folding of a crisp beach break. Three solitary figures crept through an overgrowth of shrubs along the forgotten path, unmolested since the Great Shift of