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Dear Youth: Noa Deane in the French flats

Noa Deane Surfing This is Us France Dear Youth What Youth

This day got away from us a bit. It was the last smidge of swell during our trip to France and we had to milk it for everything we could. Only problem was that we dipped into the wine a bit early. 16 hours of daylight leaves one a bit discombobulated with regards to things normal people should or shouldn’t do. So we had some wine — we were in France, during the summer, what else would you have us do?

With This Is Us: France currently getting chopped up by Kai, we wanted to offer up a bit of a prologue to this trip. This wasn’t a strike mission to score perfect surf. It wasn’t a team trip. It wasn’t to shoot a campaign. It was strictly to experience the summer months in France. And we focused heavily on the “experience” portion.We saw Paris. We saw some of the weirdest human gatherings along the French shores we’ve ever seen. And we realized life’s too serious too often. And while most of the planet eggs each other out with terrifying thing after terrifying thing, we went to France. To do this with our friends.

And yeah, Noa pulls this.

 

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Dear Youth A Treatise on Art and Coffee

Coffee is a drug. That’s masked by ubiquity and social acceptance but it’s just hot speed. Black hot wonderful speed. That thought lingered last Saturday morning as a nice young man in a waxed-cotton apron and mustache — and not a November mustache, but a real annual subscription to the thing — fixed my Guatemalan…

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