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

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Today's Thought : Surfing on the Edge of Grief

A nice little thought process, reminiscence pondering on Medium.

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Today's Thought : A Waterless California

Last week when NASA announced that California is on its death bed and has only 12 months of water left, the news hit like a punch to the gut. “Data from NASA satellites show that the total amount of water stored in the Sacramento and San Joaquin river basins — that is, all of the snow, river and reservoir water, water in soils and groundwater combined — was 34 million acre-feet below normal in 2014. That loss is nearly 1.5 times the capacity of Lake Mead, America’s largest reservoir,” writes Jay Famiglietti of NASA.

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Sunday, March 29, 2015

Brazil, Surfing and the Connection Between The Money and the Sea

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Julianna Barbassa of the NY Times points out what we all certainly know to be true: surfing is a bourgeois pursuit. Or something like that.

Friday, March 27, 2015

This Week In Not Surfing

So I pull up this morning to this beautiful surf in Long Beach. 
Head high-ish ( I guess you could call it head-esque high) and I just start going stupid. 
I rush down the beach dragging shit, puling on my wetsuit as fast as possible, nearly forgetting which ankle to put my "leg rope" on... and paddle out double time not even timing the set. 
Just too excited. 
Of course a set comes right when I paddle out, then a second set. 
And I'm on the 8'1" Andreini so I'm dogging that a bit. 
And I'm getting pounded. I mean, not really, you know, really pounded, but I'm exhausted for some reason, just dead tired and I can't hold my breath for shit and every wave is just killing me.
I actually get pushed into the middle between the jetties and I'm fucked so I just belly in and start again. 
Second paddle out and I don't care how tired and cold I am... and I am freezing to the core, but I get out and paddle a bit far outside to catch my breath. 
I can't believe I need to catch my breath. It's so short. 
I catch a set wave but get out pretty early so I don't get pounded... I'm too cold! 
While I'm paddling back to the spot I look down. I'd forgotten to zip up my suit.
In 30fuckingsomethingdegree water.
That's when the chills really hit.
I zip up the rubber, take a couple more nice closey rights and call it a day.

Mary Oliver's poem "Wild Geese" is one of those shining, bright, perfect bits of poetry that make one realize poetries irrefutable importance.

You do not have to be good. 
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. 
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves. 
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. 
Meanwhile the world goes on. 
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers. 
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again. 
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, 
the world offers itself to your imagination, 
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -- 
over and over announcing your place 
in the family of things.

In other news, if you're around Williamsburg, Brooklyn within the next little while... stop by the Williamsburg Art & Historical Society to check out the Mototaka Takano show.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Today's Thought

Just a lovely, well crafted article. Read away thanks in part to Noah Sabich.
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Thursday, March 19, 2015