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Christian Fletcher, Bali 2013 Collected Thoughts 060

Christian Fletcher in bali 2013

Hunter S. Thompson claimed: “There is no honest way to explain [the edge] because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”

And while we certainly know that’s true, we seem to have found someone who’s managed to straddle it longer than anyone, refusing to fall off or walk away from the precipice.

Christian Fletcher has been ahead of his time for four decades now — and is still laying asphalt that’s yet to be driven on. And he inspired us. He taught us to tread outside of our comfort zone. He would not let us be pussies and we had to earn everything. Through verbal thrashings. Sketchy motorcycle rides. Late-night juggling sessions. Lineage and origin tests to prove to him that we’ve hit the pavement before. We felt the burn of uncertainty and danger. And while it hasn’t come without its awkward moments, its uncomfortable stares, reverb and pushback from the masses and the underground itself; it’s reminded us of the feeling that we’ve been looking for all our lives. The urge that haunts us when we’re idle. That tells us something is dying inside. It’s why we surf. Skate. Chase waves. Girls. Bigger waves. Bigger airs. Stranger cultures. New experiences. New lines. All for that strange and invigorating feeling that comes postmortem to doing something new. For that deep breath. For the toast. For the story.

For that Christian: we thank you. Seriously. And we hope you all enjoy the stories and videos because the motherfucker nearly killed us (and still might) during the making of all this.

Fairly Normal: Christian Fletcher premieres Friday, December 20th right here.

Craig Anderson in New Zealand Dear Suburbia What Youth

Craig Anderson, Shark VS. Cow Collected Thoughts 015

This is Craig on all fours kind of barrel-rolling down the beach. Why does he roll? For a frank lack of things to do, really. For diversion when diversion was scarce. Why was it scarce? This was after five days straight of no surf on a trip that, at the moment of Craig’s roll, was…

Dusty Payne What Youth

Dusty Payne, Tim McGraw & Kenny Chesney in Anaheim Collected Thoughts 014

He wore Wranglers. Navy blue. A straw cowboy hat and a plaid button-down over a plain white Volcom tee. And boots. Real, honest-to-God, brown leather cowboy boots. After flying direct from Minneapolis, Minnesota — where he went for three days of intense rehab (the doctors claimed Dusty packed about six weeks of therapy into three…

Kolohe Andino What Youth

Kolohe Breaking News Collected Thoughts 013

A little espresso. A small bottle of Mexican cola. And away we went. Kolohe hobbled into the brand new Zebra House Café in San Clemente with me last week. He wore Oakleys and they dangled from a pair of Croakies. He had on one sandle and he was on crutches. His left foot in a…

Dion Agius What Youth

Dion in uniform Collected Thoughts 012

Helicopter pilot Russian Director (mostly foreign art house) Arms dealer/warlord Ringo Starr Warehouse stock worker Bodyguard Installation artist Coach to the German gymnastic team Taxi driver Member of the Weather Underground Sheep farmer   There are many things you’d guess before “surfer” if someone asked you to identify this stranger above. “Waterman” and “professional athlete”…

Mitch Coleborn in Australia phtographed by Kai Neville What Youth

Mitch Coleborn and the modern chair Collected Thoughts 011

That chair to Mitch’s left looks almost like it was inspired by the Bertoia Diamond Lounge chair, a midcentury classic designed by Harry Bertoia. The main difference is that this chair here is wood, whereas the Diamond Lounge was wire mesh and pioneered the use of that material in modern furniture design. It made Bertoia…

Dillon Perillo What Youth

Dillon on a Temporary Vacation Collected Thoughts 010

Coolangatta in its autumn can be a humane society, by which ironically I mean an inhuman sort of animal society. Especially for the surfer. Lots of girls and lots of waves, but you catch something from the girls, and you never catch the waves, so either way it’s a good time to leave. Jack Freestone…

Dane Reynolds and Courtney Jadke in San Francisco on Halloween photographed by Kai Neville What Youth

Dane and Courtney on Bart Collected Thoughts 009

PHOTO: Kai Neville San Francisco | October 31st, 2011 There was a contest starting the next day. The Rip Curl Pro Search, SF. Rad comp. Rad city. Rad holiday. It was all happening. Dane had first heat the next morning, of course, But it was Halloween and the show must go on. Besides, a stop…

Chippa Wilson photographed by Nate Lawrence What Youth

Chippa Wilson on the stoop Collected Thoughts 008

Here’s Chippa outside the rental he shared with Mitch and Craig on their trip into the Australian desert, where their minds drifted into a pleasant psychosis commonly called “desert fever” and they began to see things. Like tubes. Tubes and ramps. Chippa recalls the experience: I didn’t even check if there were good waves there,…

Helena For Dear Suburbia Kai Neville What Youth

From the Dear Suburbia Official Studio Shoot, 2012 Collected Thoughts 007

Why is this girl from Copenhagen vacuuming sand off a lobster in high-wasted denim? Well, why comb your hair? Why lie to seem friendly? Why sleep at nighttime? Why wear purple trousers, or why not? Why is your best friend a screen? Why spend time water-sliding on a plastic toy plank? One thing makes as…

Kai Neville editing Dear Suburbia What Youth

Sugarloaf Diaries Collected Thoughts 006

Poetry is dead. The web clip killed surfing. What’s a blowtail? The barrel is back. Big-budget soundtracks. Bill fucking Murray. It’s a spiced rum. The mountains are purple and the red wine is uncorked. Kai’s nearly finished the rough edit of Dear Suburbia, which we’ll preview here at the studio in a matter of days….

Dillon Perillo What Youth

Dillon Got Keyed Collected Thoughts 005

This was after Dillon’s rental car got keyed in a Yamba parking lot while he was surfing. The keyer’s total lack of ingenuity is what was most disappointing. He could have taken his vandalism in so many directions. Like, he could have been clever and scratched “MY BACK,” or been artsy and written a sonnet,…

Kolohe Andino thrift shopping photographed by Nate Lawrence What Youth

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.

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