Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Today's Thought

While I try to keep these impulses to myself generally, I guess I fall into that category of unthinkers who cringe instinctually at most things not-quite-surfing-wishing-they-were-surfing. I know it's unfair and more than a bit stupid, but I have to come clean. And Kite Surfing? When I see them having fun off in the distance, a far distance, from a surf break, I can appreciate it for what it is. The problem is generally that Kite Surfers, or the ones I bump into on the beach, are typically know-nothings about beach safety and all those whinging wires and cables can really take a child's head off. Or at least give someone enough of a scare. It all just falls into the slow diminishing understanding of etiquette and respect the grumpos are always finding out there. And here I own up as well to being a grumpo.

But this guy? He can do what he likes.

Via the incredible Huck Magazine.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015


I don't know how to explain someone like Spero in the context of my life. Losing him is like losing a marker of a certain time and a certain feeling. He was, as they say, a "fixture." I think I take losing fixtures hard. There is this thing about suddenly not having that mirror to a tiny, intimately weird part of myself that feels extra odd. Spero was that mirror in that way I am finding. I met him in the early 2000s, inevitably as it would soon to become, in front of a television watching a soccer game. For over a decade every time I'd wander in to watch a soccer game, first son in tow, Spero would look up from his place at whichever local bar it was, and he happened to be at whichever local bar I wandered into, no matter how inconsequential the game, and give me a sly, wry smile and look at my boy and laugh and say something slightly dark and diminishing about the state of whatever pitch-side affairs were taking place. Now that I think about it, he was one of the last intact tendons to that time in the neighborhood when that could happen with all regularity. As it seems to happen, I will not only miss him entirely, or as far as I can miss him entirely, but the time in which he was so very much a part of my sense of things. I will miss him very much indeed. Respect.

Happening Tonight : Nix Nic Nooley

"A spellbinding surf film by Toby Creegan featuring some high performance maneuvers by Ellis Ericson, Beau Foster, Dion Agius and more! Live post-screening performance by Skegss. Black Bear Bar (60 N. 6th St, Brooklyn NY) Doors open at 7:30pm. $5 at the door."

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Monday, April 20, 2015

Happening : This Weekend at PF Gallery... In Ellipses and Acronyms.

Recently I was made aware of FOMO... or Fear Of Missing Out. Apparently this has been a diagnosed social media generated affliction for some time, leaving me yet again to suffer my own reoccurrence of FOKNAA... or Fear Of-Not Knowing Anything Anything. I learned about it from this article which detailed the new cool term FOGO... or Fear Of Going Out. This instantly piqued in me a dormant autoimmune fever of FOKMUB... or Fear Of Knowing Much Bullshit.

The article did casually brush the sideburns of something I've been feeling lately. A sort of Instagram Life Crisis I've been experiencing. Or, I suppose, ILC. my instagram feed is a veritable constant vomit stream of gorgeous, and not so gorgeous, surf imagery. Of surfers surfing and waves waving and people generally getting better at, or the better of, something that is pretty much paramount to my existence... while I am not. There, I said it. Existence. Existential. And earlier, crisis.

So now you know where my head's been at.

Anyhow, get off your silly, worried buttocks and head down to the once-definitely-less-hip-but-now-hilariously-more-hip-Southside-of-Williamsburg this Friday night and experience the healing qualities of gorgeous surf imagery in the flesh. A turn of events that will spell out a sure bout of GoDIGIDiT... or God Damn I'm Glad I Did That.

And then Saturday and Sunday figure a way to repeat the trek for IDNW... or It Doesn't Not Work.
You'll get a sort of mild acid flashback of GoDIGIDiT, I promise.

Ahhhh... Home: Home of the Hipster Cliche.

As documented by Huck. There are more there... 

Friday, April 17, 2015

The Best Interview The Endless Bummer New York No Surf Surf Blog of Champions Has Ever Posted That Was Authored By Someone Else

You’ve been doing collections all over the world.
Let’s not exaggerate. The world is very big.
Okay, let’s say you’ve been doing collections in varied places. Why?
I don’t have to go to a place to spend time there, to get involved. It’s all in my imagination. It’s not a reconstitution. It’s an evocation, which is very different. We are not into historical detail, we are into mood. I have a girl who works for me who is from Korea, and she is afraid — she says we are not Korean enough, and I say I don’t want to be Korean. Forget about your folklore. I can take a few inspirations, but I can certainly not do an homage. That’s not my trip. I’m a fashion vampire. I take what I need and I leave the rest.
So what are you going to suck out of New York?
Nothing. I see nothing, I do nothing, I do everything from my room in the Mercer, working at my desk on things with Choupette keeping me company — I don’t force her, by the way. She comes naturally.
If you stay inside all the time, where do you find inspiration?
I have kind of flashes in my mind and I try to put them on paper. Thinking? No. That is too serious. I am kind of good with words, so I could tell you a complicated story about inspiration or whatever, but no. In fact, I don’t even know myself. That is the big secret of the story. That there is no story. I see things in the middle of the night. I draw them on paper and I don’t even think about it. I’m like a machine in a way — just made of some electronic stuff. Vaguely digital.
So you never go out?
I imagine the world from my window. I’m happy wherever I am. I’m very happy to be in the Mercer right now because I bring myself with me wherever I go, thank God. Traveling, I think it’s a nightmare today. The airports and things the people in the street with the selfies … I like to stay at home and read.
What are you reading?
I will not talk about that. I like to read biographies, history, philosophical things like this. But it’s for my private use, and not for making people say,Oh, how clever this stupid man is. I don’t make intellectual conversation. I’m very superficial. I’m just a fashion designer. Fashion designers look at fashion magazines, right?
Do you watch movies or TV?
I don’t go to movie theaters because I don’t want to be photographed by strangers. People bother me wherever I go. I like to imagine the world my way. I don’t want second-rate images of the world.
What were you going for with the protest show?
My mother was a feminist. One of her heroes was Hedwig Dohm, who started to be a feminist in Germany in the 1800s when women had not a great position. People don’t refer to her enough in this world. And my mother, you know, she thought women should be alive … she would always tell the men around her how things should be done. She was very tough, and very nasty. My father was very sweet and her victim. My father found exactly the wife that was not for him. He could never relax.
Whom are you more like, your mother or your father?
I am more like my mother. She used to say, You look like me but not as good. And this is just the kind of line I use.

The original & rest of this interview can be found here...

Today's Thought from I Fucking Love Science

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Thursday, April 16, 2015

Today's Lentini Liner Note

"I'm a hack at everything.  But what is hilarious is I am turning into that guy who shows up on a brown water logged surfboard with his kids in tow. And the brown board isn't ironic. I can't word this, but I always remember growing up seeing dudes with their families set up on the beach BBQing and doing family shit and always seeing this old browned thruster from like '82 on the beach and now I'm realizing those guys bought that board the year their year kid was born and then they were never selfish again."

Wednesday, April 15, 2015