Friday, June 26, 2015

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Happening Tonight : (at) The Works & Lost Weekend



"This is Thursday is a showcase of local artists, startups and makers. Anyone one who has a cool project they want to share! What better place to share your great ideas than a room full of beers and peers. Boards by Wax Co.Surf, Short film by Elisa Bates, Photography by Andreea Water Hosted by The Works, a collaborative shared workspace in Carroll Gardens."

And also, for Manhattan bound types:




Today's Thought


This thing has always given me solace: that perhaps I am too stupid to know just how unhappy I am, what potential I have not reached, what path I could have chosen. There are the twists and tumbles of everyday life, a missed mundane opportunity, a quotidian failure, but a real feeling of privation in the realm of grand personal success has so far eluded me. I put this down to an unnecessary, unwillful ignorance and I am grateful for it.

Friday, June 19, 2015

Happening: Spirit of Akasha


Here's one we've been waiting for:

"Join us, along with Anthology Recordings and Patagonia, as we celebrate the 20th Anniversary of 
Litmus, the 10th Anniversary of Glass Love, as well as Andrew Kidman's latest film, Spirit of Akasha.  Tuesday, June 23 at Union Pool, 484 Union Ave, Brooklyn

Friday, June 26 at Amagansett Square, Amagansett
Live musical performance by Andrew Kidman and The Windy Hills and screenings of Spirit of Akasha at both event locations.
Grab your tickets! Pre-sale tickets available here."

Get Ye A Kenvin Talkabout


Click le pic...

Happening: WAX Magazine #7


The design oriented folks at WAX Magazine find time to fill their craftily laid-out pages with nuggets of content gold. And they're throwing a party for you to go to. And it'll only be ten bones if you go to there to buy the tickets right now to there. Click on the top image to do just that!

Friday, June 12, 2015

The Right Equipment



Last week I found myself with an open morning, a silver Audi A4 and an invitation to surf Pt. Dume with Jamie Brisick. See, there's this car rental place in L.A. that has a fleet of silver fancy cars and you can rent one with the touch of a screen from their app. You touch down, take a bus out to a parking lot and a smartly dressed gentleman meets you with the keys to your spectacular, silver ride. My business partner wouldn't have it any other way. And I've never felt snazzier making my way to Malibu. Never felt less out of place jockeying my car into the parking spot across from Sean Penn's, Pretty Woman's and Jackass' houses. I'm not a fancy car personality, but there's something in the anonymity of a well-turned out appearance in certain locales. A safety perhaps.

Jamie lives in one of epicenters of world celebrity-dom, in a guest-ish house that looks like a main-ish house and is one of those lucky concurrent gems of overlapping habitude betwixt dweller and dwelling, Jamie and structure offering complimentary gauzy yet clean lines.

I've only surfed with Jamie a couple times and it is the standard fare of feeling like your just not measuring up. Not in an unpleasant way necessarily, but the scent of the the overly competent mixing with the stench of a particularly lesser performance wafts heavy around requisite bobbing shoulders. Actually, the surfing-with-someone-so-much-better-than-you scene is an ultimately relieving one. That core gnawing knowledge that your own skills are in permanent state of arrested development is not something that has to be managed when surfing with the very good. You get to just accept how truly short you come instead of fighting for some shred of delusionally self composed self respect. It's a lovely way to spend a morning, just trying to impress that person who has not asked to be impressed.

This all popped into my head because Brian Wengrofsky recently posted this on the Aquatic Apes Facebook page, making me feel like there is a swath of fin-ed-ness that is widely ignored: the twin fin longboard. Sorta like a long fish, kinda not really like a glider, kinda sorta like a long board with no middle fin. I've surfed this astounding set up more than a few times. Some in Carlsbad, some in Santa Cruz and most recently on the low tide speedy semi-walls of Pt. Dume with the aforementioned Mr. Brisick. Every time I've had a ball. And so my latest fascination has begun. So long big pink soft top. Hello china-pop-out mush 9' fluffbox twinny. Slidey like a snowboard, uninventive like a kookbox.

See you in the water soon.

Thursday, May 28, 2015

EBNY Kookin For J Hall at the 2015 Fish Fry


Photo courtesy of David Edgar, board courtesy of Kris Chatterson 

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

Respect


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."