Nick Gabaldon Day celebrates Black surf culture
On Saturday June 1st, dozens of inner city kids ventured splashing and laughing into the gentle waist high peaks near Santa Monica Pier to get their first taste of surfing. Many of these kids had never before even visited the beach. No longer a far-flung and exotic pastime for those kids; surfing that day became a very real and very pursuable activity.
McCoy's newest film is now available for streaming. What does that mean for surf movies on the big screen?
When I asked what prompted him to begin a project like A Deeper Shade of Blue, McCoy, with some degree of frustration, explained that he more and more felt that “the surf industry is going off the rails; they just started losing a connection with their roots.”
"Who is JOB?"; "Surf House"; "Alana Blanchard: Surfer Girl"; "Shred Show"
The relentless maw of the internet has gushed forth many surfy webisodes. Here are reviews for four of the newest.
Craftsmen Jay Nelson builds Machado's new ride
Jay Nelson builds fantastic wooden vehicle sculptures. Rob Machado drives one.
Celebrating the possibilities of mini pointbreak rights
Small wave slidin'
Sometimes, a surfer is only as good as the beard that wears him.
The surf world is occasionally blessed with prodigious facial hair. Here's a list of contemporary favorites.
Surfing Heritage Vintage Surf Auction is a surf history buff's dream
The beer will flow, the auctioneer’s gavel will fall, and wallets will lighten at the Surfing Heritage Vintage Surf Auction, May 11, at the Orange County Fair and Events Center. A fundraiser for the non-profit Surfing Heritage Foundation, the auction, themed “California Gold,” will offer more than 40 historic surfboards alongside other pieces of cherished surf history memorabilia.
Why living a simple surf life is usually not that simple
One of surfing’s foundational premises, one of its principal allures, is its simplicity. Consider the fact that among the most famous words ever written about the sport is a sentence that comes from the first issue of this magazine. It’s a caption to a photo of a faceless surfer, back to the camera, knee-paddling in utter solitude toward a perfect, right-breaking wave at Hammond’s Reef in Santa Barbara. “In this crowded world,” SURFER founder John Severson wrote in that 1960 issue, “the surfer can still seek and find the perfect day, the perfect wave, and be alone with the surf and his thoughts.”
The new season delivered waves up and down the California coastline, and this crew gladly partook
Springtime California doesn't always suck.
A profile from our October 2011 issue
“Welcome to your New Religion.” That’s Derek Hynd speaking, shaking my hand after I careened semi-successfully across a glittering waist-high pointbreak on my first finless ride. Free Friction, Hynd calls it. To be honest I was pretty damn happy with my existing religion, which was surfing of the finned, Tom Blake-church-of-the-Open-Sky-variety. But that opening ride, which left me grinning and hooting like a drunk gibbon put all the rest of Hynd’s justifications and deliberations on free friction into sharp, visceral focus. Finless surfing feels damn good, like the first time you slid across a wave, or kissed a girl.