Documentary: Dion Agius Part 1
At 26, Dion has practically become an entire pro surfing genre unto himself. He’s as remarkable out of the water as he is on a surfboard.
Kolohe at the rack Collected Thoughts 004
Kolohe thrifting in New South Wales, because vintage is the RAGE. Why get endless free shit from your industry-leading global sportswear sponsor, when you can pay good money for a used musty button-down that someone might have died in? Hey, sick shirt though.
Seat 26c Sitting between Mitch Coleborn and Craig Anderson on a plane
Ever sat between Mitch Coleborn and Craig Anderson on a plane? We have. And now you have too. Kinda.
Dane Reynolds on Public Transportation Collected Thoughts 003
This is Dane on the train to Osaka, in Japan. Osaka is about an hour from its airport and our exit flight left the next day, and as none of us had been to Osaka we decided to ride in and see the sights. The city turns out to be rad, like a smaller Tokyo,…
Craig Anderson between the bars Collected Thoughts 002
Photo by Kai Neville Kai took this photo of Craig a little before 1 a.m. in Brooklyn, New York. They’re leaving the strange party they wandered into after a Dirty Beaches show at Williamsburg’s Glasslands Gallery — truly they did, they sauntered all Australian through some odd open side door and into someone’s loft, where…
Every Someone The Whos of Dear Suburbia
This is the film’s collected cast — including, you’ll notice, your favorite surfer. There he is. But if he isn’t, if none of these fourteen is your favorite, watch Dear Suburbia start to finish and by the end you’ll have a new favorite, and here he’ll be. More from the many someones of Dear Suburbia in the…
What Youth Reports: The Frog House Episode 003
We welcome Andrew Doheny to the Frog House team with male nudity and Coors Light.
Sick Little Pushpins The Where’s of Dear Suburbia
This is the photographic version of that tiny plastic sample spoon they use at ice cream parlors to let you taste vanilla bean. It’s a sample, small but good, hey, damn good, so good your mouth calls up a double scoop before your mind can say no, and soon you’ve inhaled this whole frozen pile…