I was recently walking along the houses on the North Shore, each with it’s own hum of humans drinking and eating and blasting music beneath the starry sky. The place feels like a movie set, somehow well lit, even at night in the dark, the parts you need to see are lit. As I listened and watched the people intermingle, I was happily surprised at just how raw the place still is every winter. Filled with wild men from all over the world and all the girls they can lure into the backyard. It’s fucking beautiful.
Photographer Nate Leal found himself with a roll of film at ground zero, the Gerry Lopez Volcom house. He snapped this roll and it gives a glimpse at the beautiful chaotic harmony of characters and fun that takes place on the porch.