Clay Marzo! Alex and Koa Smith! Waves!!

Two clips here, both top notch.  This first, of Clay Marzo, is pretty amazing.  Clay surfs some really small waves, and then rides a really interesting ledge spot. But no matter the wave, Clay rides ‘em all well, right?

The second, is of Alex and Koa Smith.  They look like they had a great ol’ time finding coconuts, horses, lightning and dreamy waves in El Salvador, don’t y’think?  “We drive, twisting through the jungle – all sense of direction lost,” says Alex. “No service. We pull into Punta Roca, a right hand point break. Weʻre here to surf a contest. Koa and I both lose, then drown our sorrows with ice cold coconuts and fresh fish. Food poisoning sets in, double vision. Hitch hikers with machetes, avoid any eye contact. Paranoia sets in, sure weʻve watched too much “GangLand” on History Channel.

LNF: EL SALVADOR from LastNameFirst.tv on Vimeo.

“The pearly white gates open, an AK-47 bearing guard welcomes us with a smile. An oasis of life inside, we peer through a tropical forest – a lonely beach break spits in both directions. We retire to the villa, equipped with pools and maids; our safe house. The clouds turn black, swirl and rumble. Itʻs 4th of July, a bolt of lightning slashes through the clouds and exploding a power line to oblivion. Air conditioning stops – we sleep and our sheets soak in our sweat and a feeling of helplessness. We drive toward the airport with fingers crossed, not uncrossed till we exit the plane in Los Angeles. El Salvador, a radical place – demands respect.” For more of this kinda thing, check out the bros’ site, LastNameFirst, over here.

These clips are both really, very good.  Wait ’til you see Clay windmill on those lefts!  And we like the Smith sizzle.  Press play and glide!

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The World’s Best 10 Cities for Surfers: Barcelona

From Stab issue 58: Stab reveals the metropolises where a man can lock down a satisfying occupation, be entertained in the most degenerate manner, where he won’t be vilified for his free expression and where a hunk of fiberglass can be put to exceptionally good use…

Number seven is: Barcelona, Spain

Words by Paul Evans, Designs by Shinya Dalby

After a quiet couple of millennia since being founded by those Romans, Barcelona again rose to the fore in 1992
after Freddie Mercury’s rousing anthem to the olympic city of that year.
 It promptly became the Mecca for skateboarders worldwide who came to shred its smooth regenerated concrete and post post-modern marble, enjoy inexpensive drugs and chase some of the most delectable womenfolk in the universe. These days, Russian oligarch’s mega yachts moor up in the shadow of a spanking skyline while students, fashionistas, suits, sultans and street urchins ramble up and down las Ramblas basking in the glory. Of the top five most beautiful women ever to have breathed air, it is reputed that 1, 2 and 5 all lived within a cig smoking distance from Gaudi’s Sagrada Familia.

Why me? It’s not easy to find one of the major Old World cities with shred credentials. If you dig chic urbanism, art, culture, history, architecture, fashion, etc, etc London, Paris, Berlin or Prague might beckon, but your wetsuit will languish desiccated, unloved. Enter Barça, where you can get barrelled all morn between the jetties, towel off and within a short brisk stroll, be diggin’ Las Ramblas the very centre of the centre. Summers are hot and sexual (although seldom wavey) while autumn, winter and spring are balmy by mainland Euro standards, and can have surf on average three days a week, on a good season.

El shred: Swells are reliably predicted and with no tide, like less than one cm, when it on, it on. Barceloneta is the beach right downtown, and gets busy but fun! Generally, swells from the north-east favour spots east of town towards Badalona while swells from the south, south-west light up westside breaks towards Sitges. It’s reasonably straightforward, follow the coast road and look out the window. You’ll be surprised at the power for what is basically a glorified lake, but ditherers beware, it’ll drop from solid six feet clean to one foot slop before elevenses!

How cold’s the drink? Speedos all summer and a good 3/2 in winter although if the north wind is blowin’ off the Andorran snow peaks, can be mucho frio…

Where to stay: Something for every budget here, from backpackers to six-star ridiculous. Rent is pricey, as you might expect, digs are cramped and parking troublesome. Stab felt safe yet excited at the very modern B Hotel overlooking Plaza Espana, a snip at 99 Euro a night ($130). If you wanna rent anything more than a shoe box semi-near the mix, be prepared to shell out a couple of large/month minimum.

Mucha fiesta! Stab, just like everyone else enjoys Nasty Mondays and Crappy Tuesdays, club nights where kool kids get down to sound of the underground at La 3 Valencia. Such is the lure of the parquet, Euro pros Ben Sanchis and Tim Boal reportedly got ‘lost in club land’ this year, spent the entire winter in Barcelona, only surfaced for a quick Maverick’s trip, then went straight back to the dancefloor.

Politico: Traditionally, leftist-separatist, unSpanish-ist. Catalans recently banned bullfighting and generally despise Madrid and the fascist shadow of General Franco. Our advice: don’t get ‘em started on Catalan separatism… Zzzzzzzzz

Fidel gastro: Fiercely proud of their Catalan culture n’ cuisine, Catalan’s gastronomic heritage consists of tomatoes (from South America), beans (from South America), aubergine (from India). Kind of a less memorable, less tasty version of Italian… anyhows, you can get anything you want in this foodie city. Stab delighted at Tapaç24 for uber modern hip yet inexpensive tapas funk fusion and was impressed by the noisy kitsch of Bar Celta restaurant in the Barri Gotic, (between the shred and the downtown).

Crime: Plenty of smackheads around Barceloneta. If you park streetside near here you’re 100% guaranteed to get broken into. Or, at the lights, a thin, dark, hook-nosed man might open your passenger door and grab your messenger bag! Muggers and pickpockets make decent coin like in any urban port city, so keep a rolled C-note up your bum for emergencies.

Cultural hits: A global heavyweight on the culture vulture front, Barca got it all. Buildings come in the shape of some of the foremost art nouveau, gothic, post post-modern, styles, it being the only city in the world ever to be awarded a RIBA royal gold medal (usually reserved for individual architects). Iberian daddy macks Picasso, Dali, Miro all get a bit of wall space in this town, while the MACBA is not only the most kickflipped down steps in the cosmos, but also a canny decent modern art gallery.

Work: If you are Lionel Messi, world’s greatest footballer, you might win around 200,000 Euro a week ($256,000). If you’re a dish pig at Pans & Co (Spain’s answer to Subway), you might get Spain’s minimum wage, a pitiful 160 Euro a week ($200). Spain’s economy, like that of any Eurozone country that worships Popes and is culturally disposed to siesta, is rogered and bleeding, although urban hubs like Barca tend be to be in their own bubble of prosperity. Stab recommends learning a bit of Spanish, getting a bar gig and dedicating nocturnal hours ploughing half-Argentine, half-Norwegian art students. Sound like a plan?

The Good and the Not-So-Good
+ Y’ain’t gonna find a better city to live in if that crazily amorphous thing we call “culture” is your kink. The architecture! The art! The fashion! And, the gals! And, y’ever surfed in the Med before? Better than y’think.
- Yup, waves can be better than y’think, but there’s a lot of downtime between wedges. And, it ain’t exactly the North Shore, power-wise. Still, if y’hear Mundaka’s lighting up, jump a flight to Bilbao and you’re back in biz.

 

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Michael Spencer’s Endless Sea Mix

Your pals here are really, very fond of Michael Spencer’s mix.  The journey, from the funk of Toro Y Moi, to the rebellious post-punk of The Horrors, to the Trentemoller brand of electronica, and then to the cold punk of Iggy Pop and the ghetto of Odd Future and Wu Tang, is productive, and so fun!  Ride across genres with Michael!  There is a seat reserved just for you, and it, we promise, is very comfortable!

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Wellies.

Alexa Chung and Jo Whiley. sources.

A relatively new brand to SurfStitch.com, Wellies should be worn proudly….and in every colour and pattern. These slightly cheesy yet fun and funky boots come in everything from cherry red polka dots, to leopard prints, to Paul Smith-style stripes. So whether you’re wearing them to a festival or on a rainy day, these cheerful gumboots are sure to brighten up the darkest of days!! So hop to it, and shop Wellies now!

Poppy Delevigne. sources.

Kate Bosworth. sources.

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Golden Optimists!

Right here is five minutes of really fun surfing footage, titled Golden Optimists.  It was filmed on Australia’s East Coast and features Laurie Towner, Wade Goodall and Dean Brady.  Nat Lanyon, the auteur behind the scenes, captures and bottles up the crisp cold and golden light of winter in Australia.  Exciting colours and exciting surfing, so dive on in!

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Bikini Time.

Once we get to that time of year again, when the waters cool, the sand’s hot and all you want to do is swim for miles, one thing you’re going to need is a killer bikini perfect for the fashion forward sun worshiper.

One trend that won’t seem to die is prints and this season is shaping up to be no different. With so many fun prints around move your basics to the side. Summer’s only around for a limited time so you may as well print up and stand out from the crowd!

Get prepped for Spring/ Summer with out great range of swimwear.

Images from source and source.

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Count Down To Splendour.

Only one more sleep till I hit the road for Byron Bay and gear up for Splendour In The Grass!

To ensure I’m in the right head space for three days of festival madness, I’ve got my driving playlist prepped with all of my favourite tunes from Jack White, Lanie Lane, San Cisco, Friends, Bloc Party, Jinja Safari, Metric, Lana Del Rey, The Kooks and of course, The Smashing Pumpkins.

And…in order to look my festival best, I have the following items ready to pack…

A WIDE BRIMMED HAT:

LACE UP BOOTS:A GREAT PAIR OF SHADES:

A VERSATILE JACKET:

A STATEMENT ITEM: (because the best thing about festivals is getting away with things you usually wouldn’t!)

AND A BAG THAT’S JUST THE RIGHT SIZE:For those of you heading along this weekend, here’s a little something to get you excited!

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Albee Layer’s Spectrum Mix

Albee Layer, a member of the Kustom Airstrike troupe, the last man to win Innersection, the man who’ll be the first to stomp a 540 (probs), the man who doesn’t seem to care at all about the industry, or his body.  Yup, you know who he is.  His aggressive (like, 100%!) approach to everything he does is so exhilarating to watch, it is so full of charm!  Oh, and Albee’s Hawaiian charm extends far beyond the water as well.  Albee’s musical taste tends to change genres, dabbling in the darker end of the spectrum at times. These, right here, are effective pre-surf sounds.  So don’t hesitate, appreciate!  Don’t fear the clip, either.

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The World’s Best 10 Cities for Surfers: New York

From Stab issue 58: Stab reveals the metropolises where a man can lock down a satisfying occupation, be entertained in the most degenerate manner, where he won’t be vilified for his free expression and where a hunk of fiberglass can be put to exceptionally good use…

Number eight is: New York, USA 

Words by Charlie Smith

New York is the only city on Earth that truly matters. Paris is grand and London is nice and Sydney is chic and Los Angeles is a dream and Cairo and Beijing and Helsinki and Tokyo but New York is New York and all other cities prostrate themselves before her.

New York is broken up in to five distinct neighbourhoods, called boroughs. Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens, the Bronx and Staten Island. Rappers croon about the Bronx. Robert Mapplethorpe made very suggestive art in Queens. Staten Island stars in Good Fellas and hipsters have recently embraced Brooklyn but when Stab speaks of New York it only speaks of Manhattan.

Why here? To be frank, I don’t know. Young Jack Robinson’s father, when he gets your ear, will talk on and on about how the rocks in Western Australia have certain magnetic properties and those properties, when channelled and honed, will produce surfing phenoms like Taj Burrow and his son. He sounds off, but Taj is Taj and Jack is Jack just like New York is New York. Maybe Manhattan has particular chemical properties. Maybe the earth’s tilt focuses on the five boroughs and especially on Manhattan. Maybe who knows. But when you get off a plane in New York. When your train arrives you will feel it. There is the top tier and then there is New York. The food is the best. The hotels are the best. The art is the best. The shopping is the best. The architecture is the best. The streets are the best. The music is the best. The women are not the best. That is what Los Angeles is for.

Where to stay: There are too many places. The Standard, the Standard East Village, the Ace, the Jane, the Gansevoort but Stab chooses the Bowery above all else. It is located in the lower east side, which used to be grimy but is now so hip that it hurts. The Bowery will cost $400 or so dollars a night but it is worth the dent. The rooms are generous, in space, which is rare for New York. They have great old windows, some floor to ceiling that peek out over the city. In-room linens are comfortable. The public spaces are stripped down and built to party in a very sophisticated way. It makes great cocktails. Again, $400 a night may seem hefty but New York demands your dollar and will reward them with the best time. Do not stay cheap. Do not stay with friends. Do not stay cheap.

What to see: Manhattan has sights for days. Each little nook of the island is filled with treasure for the discovery. The meatpacking district is fine for higher-end shopping. Tribeca is fine for cocktails. The lower east side is fine for hip buys. Central park is fine for thoughtful meanders. Soho is fine for all of the above. Downtown is fine to watch Patrick Bateman go to work. Walk, don’t ride or even subway. In walking, you will discover the textural nuances of Manhattan. But you will not see any beautiful women. Unless you are in Soho and then you will see models.

The shivering, blinding contrast of life as a surfer in NYC. Early Autumn hits in water still trunk-able and…

Where to eat: Everywhere. There are too many places to eat in New York. It hurts the head to ponder possibility. Do not listen to the hip New York crowd. They will crow on and on about Momofuku or the newest this and the newest that. Their tastes have become spoiled by excess. They no longer know what actually tastes good. Start with Pastis in the meatpacking. Order a chilled Sancerre, oysters and a steak plus frittes. Go from there.

What to dodge: Do not set foot in Brooklyn. When in New York, the same hip crew that tells you to eat at Momofuku will also live in Brooklyn and tell you to stay in/visit Brooklyn. It is trendy. It is hip. It has better restaurants and more refined boutiques. And this hip crew may be right but for you, and for me, Manhattan is enough. Manhattan is, in fact, too much. And so do not confuse yourself by ultra hip Brooklyn. Leave it be.

Culture: The best museums in the world dot the island. The best museums and priceless works of art and also hipster hovel museums boasting the next Andy Warhol. Art is fabulous, art is divine, art can be dull. Season to taste. Broadway, literal Broadway, hails from New York. The latest most wow musical theatre. Musical theatre is the worst. Do not touch. Simply being in New York is enough culture. Soak in the surroundings. Don’t look shell-shocked. Look slightly jaded.

Work: Who knows? Waiting tables? Moving other people’s things out of their walk-up apartments into other walk-up apartments? Selling magazines from a rack? I don’t know what people do for work in New York. I don’t know how people have time for work with so much culture and fun around.

Surf: You will surf at Rockaway Beach and on Long Island. You will surf during Hurricane season and during the winter, if you feel like wearing a 5 mm wetsuit, a hood, booties and gloves. It will be shit, except for the three days a year surrounding the right hurricane. You will surf because it is a novelty to New Yorkers and you will get appropriate stares, nods of approval, questions. The models in Soho may even talk with you.

Weather: Cold in the winter, humid hot in the summer, perfect in the spring and fall. New Yorkers love it when seasons change and they are right. It is loveable. Enjoy the nuances of each. Dress appropriately for each. Dress appropriate always.

The Good and the Not-So-Good
+ If you can make it here, as they say, y’can make it anywhere. Truth is, having NYC on your CV makes interviewers just melt. Shit don’t stop in the Apple and now it even turns on in what used to be crummy burbs like Brooklyn. Waves, as y’mighta seen on the Quiksilver webcast, can be as good as anywhere. It’s also the centre of the universe, culturally and financially, which is pretty much the reason it got hit so hard and so well by fanatical muslims, so maybe that ain’t such a plus.
- Cold, inconsistent and when the novelty wears off, ain’t that diff to any other dirty big city.

…What happens when winter is fully tuned. Photos by Matt Clark.

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Get Happy.

Aren’t these just adorable? Having just received our second drop of the label that’s all about fun for your feet, Happy Socks, I’ve been reminded again of just how great these colourful creations are.

Guys, roll up your cuffs and expose a pair of the optic socks poking out from your favourite set of lace ups and girls team them with an open pair of wedged sandals and a cute skirt. Best of all just slip into a pair while in your cosiest pyjama’s and slide all around your kitchen floor.



Check out the wonderful array of patterns and prints here and get into a pair of Happy Socks today!

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