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40 Surfers for the new millennium.

74 Five days in London, fifteen minutes on film.

Protest Portraits

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50 Faces of dissent.

78 Talking destiny as a new season dawns.

Mike Basich

Mountain Views

54 Bedding down in the backcountry.

80 Threads from every walk of mountain life.

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86 Challenging precepts with the power of push.

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War Vets

66 Keep your map – it’s a work of art.

90 Beating Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, one wave at a time.

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The collapse of massive polar ice sheets may make headlines but, as the world warms, more subtle changes are afoot. Snow thickness is declining on mountain ranges everywhere, with snowfalls starting later and ending earlier each year. The Alps, main recipient of snow for the European continent, were warmer in 1994, 2000, 2002 and 2003 than they have ever been in 500 years! Praying for snow may not be enough, but thankfully there are signs that SOME PEOPLE ARE starting to do THEIR bit… compiled by Olly Zanetti

Levels of CO2 have risen 40% since the industrial revolution. In that time, average world temperatures have risen steadily. Bolivia’s Chacaltaya used to be the world’s highest ski resort. The glacier has lost 80% of its volume in the past 20 years. It melted completely in 2009, six years earlier than predicted. Snow will never return as the sun heats the exposed rock face. A 1°C rise in temperature could reduce reliable skiing areas in Germany by 60%. Winter sports are vital to many local economies. In 2005, 18% of the total skiing area in France was covered by artificial snow. Covering just 1 hectare uses 4000m3 of water and 25,000kWh of electricity. Snow-making can cause serious water shortages in surrounding valleys. Loss of snowpack destroys mountain ecosystems. Plants are killed by exposure to frost and direct sunlight. In 100 years, 80% of New Zealand’s mountain plant cover may be lost. This could cause 200-300 native alpine species to become extinct. Himalayan ice masses feed the nine largest rivers in Asia. What happens at mountain-tops affects whole valleys. Reduced snowfall causes drought in major rivers. Mountain sport organisations the world over are worried. Campaigns like Respect the Mountain and Sustainable Slopes are raising awareness. To save our snow, we need to keep political pressure up. The most polluting part of a trip to the snow is travel – don’t fly. Aspen has raised $1,400,000 in 12 years for small eco projects. Laax in Switzerland burns local wood waste to heat its 1,000-bed resort.


Sources: NOAA Earth Systems Research Laboratory:, COP15 news report:, OECD:,3343,en_2649_201185_ 37825494_1_1_1_1,00.html, Pistehors:, Climate-Change Effects on Alpine Plant Biodiversity: A New Zealand Perspective on Quantifying the Threat’ Stephan R. P. Halloy and Alan F. Mark in Arctic, Antarctic, and Alpine Research 35(2):248-254. (2003), The World Bank:, Ski Club of Great Britain:, National Ski Areas Association:

Gigi Rüf.

LOST BOYS Absinthe Films hit the road in the spirit of Peter Pan. Text Gemma Freeman. Photography Scott Sullivan “I’m having the life of my life!” rejoices JP Solberg. Unaware of his grammatical

machine – just friends and fun times.

error due to lack of sleep and several beers, the twenty-six-year-old rolls into his

Neverland captures this raw spirit. Discarding exorbitant budgets, flashy

coffin-like bed. It’s the day after the Munich premiere of Absinthe Films’ tenth

technology and distracting storylines, the film is deep with layers of banging

anniversary release, Neverland. Carnage has saturated every crevasse of this

footage captured during an epic winter. The rider section format may be

twelve-berth sleeper bus, hired for the twenty-date European tour. Trampled

unoriginal, but it celebrates the characters that have made a decade’s worth

beer cans, Jaeger bottles, underwear, tobacco, crumbs and random body parts

of Absinthe films legendary. Gigi Rüf is a huge stand out, grinning from ear

cover the floor as evidence of last night’s activities. It’s only day four.

to ear as he applies his artistry to a snowed-in backwater town, while burly

Premiere season used to mark the start of winter. But while lesser

U.S. newcomer Bode Merril takes the prestigious closer. It’s an eclectic cast,

production companies are turning to podcasts or fading into obscurity,

across both urban, man-made and natural terrain, but with established riders

Absinthe have just completed their biggest tour yet, with the majority of dates

like Travis Rice sharing a bill with fresh blood, it’s an inspiring ninety minutes

selling out. This monster bus has been a mobile home for owner/producer

on every level.

Patrick ‘Brusti’ Armbruster, assistant producer Kathrin ‘Kelli’ Kellenberger,

“Absinthe have gone from being this tight group to making each rider

filmer Shane Charlebois, plus riders Romain de Marchi, Bode Merrill, Nicolas

stand out,” explains Gigi. “This is what snowboarding is about – individuality.

Müller, JP Solberg, Cale Zima, Sylvain Bourbousson and others for four weeks,

Everyone’s position is completely unique – it really transmits a real love for

as they spread their glacial gospel across the continent.

the sport.”

There’s an excitable anticipation at each city. “To be honest, over the last

“We’re conveying a dream that, even if viewers don’t have much money,

few years we’d thought that the interest in snowboarding was slowing,” admits

they can escape from their reality,” explains Brusti. “Snowboarding takes you

Brusti. “But now we’re presenting the film at more cinemas than ever.”

away from your desk and your daily problems – it gives you a new outlook.”

As they hop from their daily skate to signing sessions, cinemas are packed and post-premiere parties raucous. There’re no agents, no hype




Austria’s Marc Swoboda IS MODESTLY PICKING UP FANS. Text Shelley Jones. PHOTOGRAPHY TIM SMYTH If there were a comp that had modesty and enthusiasm as its winning

The project is completely DIY, which is exactly how Swoboda likes to

criteria, Marc Swoboda would score a podium place every time. “I’m so

keep his various endeavours. Take the video he made off his own back with

stoked to be here,” says the twenty-four-year-old. And it’s not hard to see

his “film guy” friend at the end of his first year with Red Bull. It was just his

why. We’re sitting in a lush surf house in Capbreton, South West France,

way of saying thanks to the brand, but after being uploaded to Transworld

where Marc and his fellow teammates have met up for a week of cross-

Snowboarding the video scored over 20,000 hits. To him it is a “little clip”

cultural appreciation. Surfers, skaters, snowboarders, all coming together in

but for Swobodaphiles, the fresh rail style is enterprising; it pushes the sport

one place for the Nike 6.0 migration trip.

forward and puts Austria, and Europe, firmly on the world map.

He may have only started snowboarding at eighteen, but the Austrian

“If you don’t ride in the U.S., you don’t really exist,” says Marc. But with

up-and-comer has already notched up some impressive results, including

riders like him representing Europe, the Americans are starting to take note.

firsts in both the O’Neill Barbecue 2008 and the European Peanut Butter

Comments on the video range from, “This dude is going to have my babies”

Rail Jams 2008 and 2009. But why the late start? “In the area where I come

to, “You’re my hero!” With so much love, it’s easy to imagine the evil ego-

from, no one is snowboarding,” he says. “It’s to the very east of Austria, and

snake creeping in, but Swoboda is staying grounded. “When you’re in the

the Alps start to the middle and the west. There’s not even a skateboarding

scene all the time, people just talk about snowboarding so I like coming

scene – the people here care about soccer and cars. My uncle Harry taught

home where nobody really cares. It’s good to have a balance.”

me to snowboard when my family went on holiday, but it wasn’t till I got a car that things started to happen.”

Underlying his bushy-tailed enthusiasm is a hard-working ethic that he modestly shrugs off. When we catch up in France, Phil Young from Nike

And happen they did, at a cosmic speed. His effortless style and

6.0 tells me about the brand’s first snow shoot in Sweden. After days of

competence on rails soon earned him sponsorship from the likes of Volcom

travelling and under the impression he was going to the hotel to sleep,

and Nike 6.0. And though he dismisses the idea he might be an inspiration

Marc had to get suited, booted and straight out on the mountain. But diva

to other snow-deprived kids, he does empathise with those who don’t have

tantrums there were none – just a grateful Austrian giving his signature

the chance to ride. “It’s super expensive to get started,” he says. “You need

‘stoked’ response before tearing into the powder like a pinball.

the travel money, the mountain, the lift ticket – it’s kind of a luxury sport. That’s why skateboarding is so cool because all you need is a board.” It’s this enthusiasm that saw Swoboda get involved in Seppi Scholler’s skate and snowboarding brand, LOVE. “We got to know a little kid when we were out in South Africa who was living on a skate park. He’d ride all day,

“I would like to see everyone caring about snowboarding, not just the people at the core,” says ‘Swobi’, with a smile so big his eyes almost disappear. “It doesn’t matter how old you are, it’s about having fun, right?” Right. And with this kind of attitude, we’re likely to be seeing a lot more of Swoboda, smiles and everything, for years to come.

but had nothing. Through LOVE, we tried to support the kid by holding a party in Vienna where all the skaters brought something to send to him.”


Knuckles to the face Street artist Asbestos goes ten rounds with Belfast’s best. Text King Adz. Artwork Asbestos Crack of dawn, we take the train from Dublin to Belfast and I realise it’s been

very strange vibe,” says Asbestos. “They’re a battle-hardened population. They

almost thirty years since I’ve been in Ireland. The place certainly seems the

seem relieved that they’ve survived the last thirty years and want to show all

same – green, lush, friendly – except that entering Northern Ireland is like…

the positive things that are prospering, like the young boxers of Ligoniel.”

nothing. No formalities, no border – unlike back in the day.

The boxers are all pretty serious guys and happy to be featured in

I’m on the road with Dublin-based street artist Asbestos, who’s putting

Asbestos’ exhibition. But the streets of Belfast are still a mad place, covered

on an exhibition in Belfast featuring portraits of boxers from the Ligoniel

in sectarian graff pledging allegiance to either the shamrock or the crown.

Amateur Boxing Club. Asbestos has a unique method to his madness. Before

Our point man and driver Richard takes us to the Falls Road, the location of

every show, he scours the locality for discarded flotsam to paint on – pieces

many a flare-up and news report, and then onto the Shankill Road, just to get

of wood, metal doors, whatever he takes a shine to. So in just a few short

the balance right. In both places we find something for Asbestos to paint on:

days, he needs to find his canvases, get inspired and create the artwork. But

something representing the past.

first things first – he’s gotta face the boxers.

Finally, we stumble upon the ‘Peace Wall’. Covered in political slogans

“A boxing club can be an intimidating place at the best of times, but

and half-hearted murals, it may look like a bad dream in art world, but it’s

walking into one in Belfast has that extra element of tension,” says Asbestos.

also a paint-splattered relic of the past. “There may not be the same level of

“Boxers are, by their nature, performers and, as much as it’s about pulverising

violence, but there’s still an air of menace when you go into different religious

your opponent, it’s also about broadcasting the fact that you can. One of the

enclaves,” adds Asbestos. “That said, everyone seems determined to make

trainers, Sean, surmised that it’s got as much to do with heart as brawn and

the city more than a tourist attraction around the troubles.”

that if you’ve not got that dogged self-belief, you’re finished before you get in the ring.” We head straight to Ligoniel to shoot the boxers at the club, which is situated in a part of town where, back in the day, my English accent would

After three heavy days and nights of hard yakka, with Asbestos painting twenty-four-seven and me editing the ‘making-of’ footage for opening night, we reach the summit. “It’s humbling to paint their portraits,” sums up Asbestos, “and show the humanity behind the gloves.”

not have been welcome. The club has been open since 1971 and is funded by the boxers and the local community. “Belfast is a pretty grey place that has a



Pro snowboarder Jessica Venables is working for her share of luck. Text Andrea Kurland. Photography Dan Milner

What is luck? Is it something that just happens – an uncontrollable, otherworldly force that makes stars collide and drops dreams into your lap? Or is it something you make happen for yourself, by yourself, off your own back?

host. I didn’t choose Chamonix, they just sent me et voila… I’m still here!” Having grown up on a farm with three brothers “climbing trees, chasing cows or daring each other to run across the field when the bull was loose”,

Take Jessica Venables – the British freeride snowboarder whose

Jess realised the freedom Mont Blanc offered suited her down to a tee. Instead

story reads like a Dummies Guide To Living The Dream. Not that Jess is

of ricocheting back with the other seasonaires, she fell into a rhythm. “I started

a dummy, by any means. She is, however, living a life that looks distinctly

riding with people that were much better than me,” she says, “they’re my

like ‘the dream’.

greatest inspiration.”

She lives in Chamonix; calls Mont Blanc her backyard; spends all winter

Things took a leap in 2003 when, nudged on by her riding compadres, Jess

bombing down faces from 4,804 metres, and all summer long climbing

entered the Verbier Xtreme. It may have been “just for fun”, but the exposure

back up. Then, when she finally tires of her own Shangri-La, she ventures

brought that first taste of sponsorship. More freeriding events followed but,

elsewhere in search of snowy pastures new. Oh, and she’s sponsored by

feeling her “free spirit constricted in competitions”, Jess decided things

O’Neill, so they kind of foot the bill. Lucky, right?

needed to change. “I prefer to put all my energy into exploring new terrain,”

“I feel really lucky as… well, I just didn’t expect it,” says Jess. “Lucky in the fact that I started so late, and lucky, too, that I somehow got really good at it quite fast. But I never thought that I would ever get sponsored and make a career out of snowboarding.”

she says, “like some couloirs here in Chamonix that I’ve been the first female to snowboard.” Today, as one of the UK’s few professional freeriders, the thirty-oneyear-old has carved out a pretty rare niche for herself, shooting in Europe or

At a time when the pros of tomorrow are strapping in at age five,

organising trips to territories untouched. She recently returned from a month

publishing video parts on YouTube by six, topping podiums by ten and being

in the remote highlands of Pakistan – “The mountains there are monstrous” –

groomed for greatness by a ‘shreducation’ at an action sports academy

and plans to do the same this coming year.

throughout their teens, Jess’ story is a breath of fresh air. She may have

It’s a sweet deal. But what’s luck, really, got to do with it? “I have to work

started late – dialling her first turns at the grand old age of twenty-one – but

for things,” says Jess. “I may pull a face at my friends when it’s a perfect

so what? By doing what she loved, she went on to turn pro.

bluebird day and they’re off for a crazy run in the powder and I’m shooting

“It’s never too late to start anything,” says Jess, who got hooked on sliding

photos. I work really hard, but I feel lucky to do what I love most.”

while working as an au pair in the U.S. “The family took me skiing and I fell in love with the mountains. I came back to England and saw an advert for a chalet









Contributor co-founder Annie Lam.

Smile On Your Brother Contributor understand charity begins at the skate park. Text Shelley Jones. photography Jeremy R. Jansen “If you’re going down the street and you see someone on a skateboard,

Annie felt inspired to do something in his spirit. “He was always so stoked on

you talk,” says Mike Giles, co-founder of skateboards-for-all charity

skateboarding and an amazing example of the type of person you meet when

Contributor. “It’s not the same with baseball or soccer – they don’t have

you skate,” she says. “We want to give kids who never had the opportunity to

the same camaraderie.”

skateboard before a chance to meet people like him.”

Mike would know. His life, for the last twenty years, has been inextricably

The project has received support from Element and Stereo Skateboards

linked with skateboarding: from the banana board he rode when he was

but, for now, relies exclusively on donations and money raised from events,

twelve to the products he named after skaters in his custom furniture

like the current Smile On Your Brother art show co-organised by skate-media

company, Furni. Nowadays, Mike is cutting a kind of Jesus-on-four-wheels

mogul Bob Kronbauer. The event saw Mike and a friend shaping sixty old-

figure in the skating world. Not only is the Canadian a carpenter by trade

school banana boards in his Montreal workshop to send to artists to customise.

but his latest venture with philanthropist Annie Lam is ambitious in the

By encouraging the artists to think about their first skating experiences, they

‘feed 5,000 people with a few loaves’ kind of way.

ended up with a stellar collection of personal tributes to skateboarding which

Annie and Mike want to give every kid in Canada a free skateboard.

could then be auctioned off through the Contributor website.

They estimate there are a whopping 1.6 million kids in Canada without the

Once enough money has been raised, Mike will start shaping boards for

means to buy a board, but remain unfazed by the challenge. “We can’t

‘drop-offs’. “For now, we have to filter the skateboards through local charities

start by looking at the whole country,” he says. “We have to break it down,

but, once we have the support, the plan is to drive to skate parks ourselves,”

and start with the major cities.”

Mike says. “You can tell the kids who have worn-out shoes and no board,

Cynics may wonder how such an idealistic project with no money,

they have the talent but they don’t have the resources to get to the next

no workforce and no corporate backing will ever reach its target, but

level. We’ll be able to walk over to them and say, ‘Hey, how’s it going? Have

Contributor is about more than statistics. “We’re not trying to save the

a skateboard.’ We want to give everyone the same opportunity that we

world but if we can start this, people may be inspired,” says Mike.

had, a sense of community and a sense of camaraderie, but also a sense of

Mike’s partner-in-virtue, Annie Lam, has lived and breathed skateboarding


for as long as she can remember, and used to manage the Adidas skateboarding team in Canada. When her friend and team rider Rob Piontek died tragically,


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Bread, glorious bread! HUCK casts a critical eye over your daily loaf. TEXT Ruth Carruthers. Illustration ANNA DUNN I like mine toasted and spread with crunchy peanut butter. I’m talking about

What’s more, traditional skills are being lost in this industrial process

bread, people, the staff of life. From chapattis to ciabatta, every country

as, under current economics, local bakers simply cannot compete. In the

has their own take on what was originally a simple concoction of local flour,

UK, for example, the bread industry is dominated by a few large industrial

water, yeast, salt and a bit of time. But this simple means of sustenance has

bakers selling over-processed loaves, disconnecting people from the bread-

become unnecessarily complicated, and it’s having an unhealthy effect on

makers around them. Even the bread itself has become very different from

both our diets and the environment. This is not another food scare, but a

what it once was. Take, for example, your beloved wheat-based tortilla, the

deep concern for what bread has become.

base for the ubiquitous ‘wrap’, which has replaced the traditional Mexican

If you tried to survive on bread and water alone you’d be eating more

corn tortilla. As one of the most popular packaged and exported bread

than you realise, including a mix of sugar, fats, preservatives, enzyme-based

products in the world, it has an estimated retail value of $2.12 billion per

‘improvers’ and a host of other manufactured additives. Our most basic

year in the U.S. alone.

food has become adulterated to a point where many people find modern

Fortunately, there are a bunch of people trying to get bread back to

bread unappealing or indigestible – which is not surprising, considering you

simple, like Andrew Whitley, author of the book Bread Matters and co-

can squeeze a loaf of bread, let it go and it will bounce back to its original

founder of the Real Bread Campaign, a movement that wants to see bread

shape, meaning it’s often more like Play Doh than sourdough.

at the heart of a sustainable ecological food system and a move back

The label on your average loaf of bread may tell you how healthy it is for

towards community-supported baking.

you, but it won’t tell you how unhealthy it is for the environment. From fertilisers

“Bread matters too much to be left to the industrial bakers who control

used to grow the grain to plastic packaging and transportation, industrial

over 95 per cent of the market,” says Andrew. “Let’s take bread into our

bread-making is highly dependant on petroleum, eating up thousands of miles

own hands – we’ll have fun, know what we’re actually eating and very likely

between grain-grower, miller, baker, supermarket and finally, consumer. The

feel a lot better...”

overall energy input is phenomenal, and in large-scale production like this, just

It’s a tired cliché, but once you taste real bread it’s difficult to go back

mixing the dough uses about six times as much energy as it does in smaller-

to the supermarket slice. It may be unrealistic to think that we’ll all bake

scale and artisanal systems. Large plant bakeries churn out nine million loaves

our own bread all the time, but wouldn’t it be nice to bring bread back to a

of bread in the UK every day, a process so profuse that £50 million worth of

system that is dependent on people not petroleum – a world where bread is

factory bread is thrown away each year completely untouched.

once more valued for its quality and not for its convenience?


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How climbing a massive mountain helped reinvent the shoe. TEXT ED ANDREWS. Nothing represents a challenge like K2. This 8,611-metre Himalayan behemoth, on the border between China and Pakistan, has been dubbed the world’s most dangerous mountain – and rightly so. As the world’s second highest mountain, K2 kills one in four people who attempt it. Back in 1978, K2 was a challenge adventurers Rick Ridgeway and John Roskelley could not resist. Although it had been successfully climbed twice before, in 1954 and 1977, the mountain was synonymous with failure for all the American teams who had taken it on since the first attempt in 1938. “I personally don’t have much regard for mixing national efforts with mountaineering,” says Ridgeway. “But there still was a history there that we recognised.” Picking up the gauntlet, Ridgeway and Roskelley’s team spent a total of sixty-eight days on the mountain – five of these spent at over 8,000 metres – and the pair completed the ascent on September 7, 1978, without oxygen or ropes. “I don’t think that has ever been repeated,” remarks sixty-year-old Ridgeway, who immortalised the expedition in his book, The Last Step: The American Ascent of K2. “It gives you an abiding love for nature but, personally, it also gives you self-confidence and tenacity that you can apply at sea-level as well.” The expedition may have been a massive success, but the ripple effects of what happened on K2 didn’t stop there. After being given “shoes, sweaters and swag” for the expedition by Nike, the pair chose to wear lightweight LDV training shoes instead of the heavy, leather hiking boots of the time for the 110-mile hike back from base camp. “They were pretty beaten up, we had to tape and glue them to keep them together,” he remembers. “To pass the time, we started discussing what changes we would make to turn them into a lightweight hiking shoe.” On their return to the U.S., the near-disintegrated shoes were posted back to Nike with a checklist of features the two of them had discussed during the hike. Taking heed of their advice, Nike released three models of fabric-upper, Gore-Tex hiking shoes in 1981: the Magma, Lava Dome and the Approach – staples of the Nike ACG range. With 2009 bringing the twentieth anniversary of ACG, Nike has been releasing vintage models inspired by Ridgeway and Roskelley, including the Nike Air Approach and the Nike Air Magma. Today, a photo of Rick and John sitting at K2 base camp in their beatenup LDVs is proudly displayed in the Nike museum in Beaverton, Oregon. It’s an image that has gone down in Nike folklore. “I don’t think they have the original shoes though,” laughs Ridgeway. “That’s too bad, it would be cool to see them!”



Left to right: John Roskelley and Rick Ridgeway.

HUG THY NEIGHBOUR The Ghost Of A Thousand incite a riot of hardcore love. Text Gemma Freeman “Give your neighbour a hug,” demands Tom Lacey, strawberry blonde

Despite juggling tours with day jobs, they’ve developed a frenetic live show

frontman of UK hardcore outfit, The Ghost Of A Thousand. In front of him, a

that manages to keep hardcore fans happy, while maintaining a complete lack

sweat-soaked crowd of industry types and local surfers look like they’re ready

of pretension thanks to Tom’s enigmatic charm. This electric live experience

to smash into each other for a wall of death. But they’re not. As the closing act

is captured on recent Epitaph album, New Hopes, New Demonstrations – an

at the Relentless Boardmasters Festival in Newquay, Cornwall, The Ghost have

eighteen-month labour of love that’s blisteringly intense.

managed to unite a pool of drunk weekenders and committed kids as one.

“We want to be good songwriters,” says Tom, “pull hardcore apart and not

“Look at the person opposite you and, instead of throwing your fists in their

care about putting it back together. All the songs got rewritten many times,

face, give them a hug,” adds Tom. “It’s not about beating the shit out of each

because we wanted to get it right. It’s all about hard graft – if you don’t work

other, it’s about community and having a fucking good time.”

hard at it, it won’t happen.”

The future’s looking tough for the UK’s youth: universities are

It’s this pride in their craft that saw Tom create the artwork on the band’s

oversubscribed and competition for vacancies intense. But while angry middle-

sophomore album. “We really stretched our imagination with the album and

class troubadours like Gallows spit venom at our bumbling government, many

wanted to reflect that with this amazing, colourful explosion,” he explains.

bands are embracing positive DIY projects instead of wallowing in dystopia.

“This otherworldly thing, rather than your stereotypical heavy album. No gore

This is where The Ghost fit in. Kids of the Brighton hardcore scene, guitarist

– just something exciting to look at.”

Andy Blyth met fellow six-stringer Memby Jago and his drummer brother Jag

The Ghost Of A Thousand may have entered the hardcore scene with a

Jago at music college when they were sixteen, enlisting Tom on vocals and

colourful explosion, but when it comes to playing live – what’s with all the

Gaz Spencer on bass. But their collective creativity left them stifled by the

hugging? “People need good times,” explains Tom. “We want everyone that

narrowly defined scene of this small seaside city. So they created their own

leaves our show to be wearing a big smile, have black eyes and shit... take

sound – extracting influence from pop, metal and punk, leaving behind the

things back to when bands weren’t afraid to have fun and enjoy what they do.

tough guy posturing and throwing in a big dollop of rock ‘n’ roll fun.

It’s not all rage, rage, rage. It’s a kaleidoscope of emotions.”

“It was difficult when we were starting out, as our local scene was overrun with metal core bands,” explains Memby. “They looked the same and sounded

The Ghost Of A Thousand will join The Eastpak Antidote Tour through Europe

the same on an eight-band bill... then there was us.”

throughout October and November 2009.

“We wanted to do something different and be more about song-writing than instant mosh-heavy classics,” adds Tom.


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Evolutionary throw-aheads and emerging examples of a new breed of professional surfer, the Malloy brothers have long shunned surfing orthodoxy to do things their own way, from avoiding the pro circuit to becoming ambassadors for green brand Patagonia. In a candid roundtable chat, fuelled by Californian red and music, the Malloy trinity – Chris, Keith and Dan – open up on each other, the state of surf culture, the merits of durable threads and the urgent need to reinvent the way we grow our food.

Interview Michael Fordham Photography Scott Soens

Dan Malloy is singing beautifully and picking gently on his guitar. It’s a traditional English song – a lament whose author is lost to time. The original protagonist is the lonely wife of a whaleman from Hull, the home port of Brittanic hunters of the Leviathan. Shot through with nautical melancholy and displaced in time, the song Dan sings seems to fit the mood. There is something about being here in the hills of Lompoc, California, with the Malloy family, that transcends geography and history. The Malloys are a family of surfers, filmmakers, musicians and ranchers, the current generation of which have been emblematic for close to two decades in the popular consciousness of surf culture. But for all that, each of the family members’ agile feet is placed firmly on the earth and in the here and now. They are good ol’ boys. Forget that saying as cliché. They really are good ol’ boys. There are eight of us here as we jam late into the evening – Chris, Keith and Dan Malloy, Chris’s wife, Carla, and their two-year-old son, Lucas, youngest brother Dan’s girlfriend, Grace, and old friend of the family and cameraman Scott Soens. Before long we become lost in music and conversation, washed in warm candle light, each of us with a belly full of Coors Lite, Californian red, as well as barbecued beef straight off the ranch. The land that extends to all points around us here in this century-old house is part of a rancho that sprawls some fifteen thousand acres around the southern extremity of the Los Padres National Forest. Governed by the same family for over two hundred years, the place is part of an America that existed before America was America. As such, it represents a state of being that is ebbing into memory and whose lifestyle you wouldn’t guess still exists. I’ve come here to get to the bottom of the importance of being Malloy. Soon I’ll go to meet Yvon Chouinard, the boss of Patagonia. Recently, Chouinard and the Malloys began to work together to develop the ocean-borne side of one of the most progressive, influential and environmentally focused companies on the planet. Call the Malloys brand ambassadors. Call them evolutionary throw-aheads or as yet rare, emerging examples of a new breed of professional surfer. Call them the cutting edge of the outdoorsman as practical, proactive custodian of nature. Whatever you choose to call them, the brothers Malloy are vastly experienced media practitioners in their own right. Chris is at the time we meet in the closing stages of post-production of his film 180 Degrees South, a piece that takes a body of work

Chris Malloy.

that includes Shelter and Thicker Than Water into newly broken, environmentally


campaigning territory. After a long, hard-charging career as a free-range pro surfer who was only rarely expected to compete and be a poster child for board shorts, he has focused all his energies these last few months into creating something that transcends the surf film genre. Youngest brother Dan is, meanwhile, one of the most creatively oriented tube stylists, sensitive musicians and neophyte farmers ever to grace a sequence ­– and is perhaps about to enter a new family-focused, materially productive phase of his own. Middle brother Keith, well, Keith is just Keith ­– a down-to-earth physical phenomenon with an incredibly calm centre whose newly grounded life here in Coastal California, after years of industry-sponsored surf competition and travel, is about to take a turn to who-knows-where. Through their work and their lifestyles, the Malloy brothers exist at the intersection of tradition and mythology ­­– the twin legends of the West and the outdoorsman as unadorned Natural Man intersect wherever the boys have placed themselves. But having said that, attempting to define a single person in this hall-of-mirrors of the surf media is neigh-on impossible. Attempting to define three brothers is bound to fail. It’s a complex conundrum, and one to which I don’t believe we are equal. We decide, therefore, to let the Brothers Malloy speak for themselves. As Dan mentions over breakfast the following morning whilst we discuss the structure of this piece, “How do you describe what we did last night without making it sound cheesy?”

Malloy on Malloy. Chris, Keith and Dan try to define each other and the surfing triptych they represent. Chris: Older brother, filmmaker and surfer, age 37. Keith: Middle brother, wave maestro, inexhaustible athlete, age 35. Dan: Younger brother, tube stylist, surfboard experimenter, age 31. Chris on Dan: “I think Dan has never really come to grips with how good a surfer he is, or what his contributions creatively are to the films that we have made. He’s too humble for his own good. He still pictures himself as a kid tagging along with his big brothers. And when we surf, he’s always the best guy on it. He carries some of the biggest waves, but in his head he’s always still the youngest brother. He was just a little kid when my sister, Mary, was born. She was born with Cerebral Palsy and was born blind and deaf. So when your younger sister is born like that, you don’t really have time to worry about yourself because there’s somebody that’s in such greater need than you. If she had been this ‘normal’, whiny little girl, he would have competed and he’d probably beat up on her. But in the grand scheme of our family it’s never all been about Dan.” Dan on Chris: “Chris is the most creative and the most motivated of us all. He’s kind of a leader. If it weren’t for Chris, I’d have dug a lot more ditches in my life. I mean that literally as well as figuratively. I think that’s true for Keith, too. Chris helped us figure out a way that we could make a living through surfing. I think that figuring out the things you want to do is a great place to put your creative energies. Being creative doesn’t necessarily mean that you have to be an artist putting on art shows. Figuring out the things that you really want to do, and figuring out how to work with people whilst keeping the vision true and consistent, that can be as creative as anything else.” Keith on Chris: “Chris has been addicted to doing creative things since he was a kid, whether it was telling a crazy story or dressing up like Evil Knievel. We got our first VHS video camera one Christmas in the eighties, and Chris just played with it until it broke a couple years later. He’s just had that creative thing ingrained in him from day one.”


Dan Malloy.

Chris on Keith: “I admire Keith because he’s no bullshit, and Keith doesn’t



really care if you like him or if you don’t. If you piss Keith off, he’s probably never going to forgive you. It’s just how he is, and I wish I could be more like that. He doesn’t spend a lot of time brooding about this or about that, he just does it – and he’s just very consistent with how he lives his life, you know, he just does what he does.” Chris on Dan: “Dan grew up surfing with people like Kelly Slater and Rob Machado. So while he’s made these huge achievements in surfing, he’s never seen himself as a big success. With peers like that, he’s been made to feel humble in the water. You know, he’s never once in his life said, ‘I made it’. Sometimes you are defined by the people around you. You know, Dan’s sitting there jamming with Jack Johnson, these two nobodies in terms of music. Turn around a few months later and Jack is one of the biggest artists in the world, and Kelly meanwhile has got nine world titles. In that situation you don’t say, ‘I’m the man’, you say, ‘I’m nothing.’” Keith on Dan: “Dan’s the type of guy, when you talk about sessions on some sick wave on a trip somewhere, and you’re like, ‘How was it?’ and he’s like, ‘You know, got a couple, had fun’. That’s his version of the story. Then you see the footage and it’s 8-10ft, there are ten-second barrels! He always understates everything.”

Malloy on Surf Culture & America. The surfer for the new millennium will be less branded contest machine and more freethinking guardian of the natural world. Chris: “There’s a phase change in surfing, and I think it’s about getting back to a more kind of holistic way of looking at what we do rather than seeing surfing as a kind of jungle gym. It started a long time ago, and about twenty years ago was the height of the madness. I feel that now surfing is getting to a place where the like-minded people are embracing it. If you took America in the twenties and thirties and forties, it was such a great, natural place to be. By the fifties, mainstream America started to become packaged and big industry started to take over agriculture and the pastoral way of life, and the libertarian way of life that existed here was taken over by big industry. You had these kids coming up that were strong and full of this pioneering spirit. If you’re a West Coast American, you’re a pioneer. Your family came from their homeland and they got to the East Coast. They wanted to keep moving. They got to the Midwest, and they wanted to keep moving. The people who ended up here in California, we finally got to the edge of the continent. We have that pioneering DNA.” Dan: “Being able to work in the surf industry at all was a long shot for us. Even though we grew up in Southern California, we felt way removed from that surf industry bubble. I almost think that’s why we dove in headfirst like we did. When we were younger we were dying to be sponsored and be pro surfers – the whole thing. We would look through magazines and believe every last word they said and watch videos almost religiously. We were pretty much enthralled by it. It was kind of funny growing up with two brothers who surfed. It’s good etiquette to show up anywhere round here to go surfing with two people or less. From Malibu south you can do anything you want pretty much, but north of Malibu it’s a different story. So we were breaking the rules just by going surfing with our brothers. But our parents raised us to have a lot of respect for anybody older than us, so if the older guys were worth respecting at all, we tried not to step on anybody’s toes.” Chris: “In the fifties, when things started to change, there were some people who weren’t going to settle for a nine-to-five job because they still had that pioneer spirit. The only place the cops, the government and society couldn’t get to them was on

Keith Malloy.

the giant walls of El Capitan and the impact zone of Waimea Bay. They wanted to


live on their own terms, they wanted to be free, they wanted to use

and climbing and doing good work. And then, on top of it, getting to

their hands, they wanted to use their minds – they didn’t want to jump

be involved with the process of making gear that you can be proud of

into the machine that America had become. Surfing and climbing were

is a really big deal to me.”

both ways to express that desire for freedom in nature. The early part of the last century was a really golden period. The generations that

Chris: “We like to work with people who share the same vision and

followed became more compartmentalised and more focused on the act

enable us to disseminate that vision through films, through books,

of surfing itself and less on being independent. So by the early nineties

through making gear you can be proud of – through whatever means

you had climbers and surfers that couldn’t tell you one plant species,

comes to hand. I truly feel that with Patagonia we are doing it in a

they couldn’t hunt, they couldn’t fish, they couldn’t grow, they couldn’t

really genuine way. We’re making stuff that somebody can have for a

build their own stuff. They couldn’t do anything but surf or climb. I

lifetime. We’re giving a lot of the profit back to save the wild places.

think that we now find a group of people that are saying to themselves

What I pray is that the other big companies don’t jump onto this

that surfing and climbing have become technically too specialised, and

movement as the next fashion, like they do for everything, and turn

too competition-oriented rather than experience-oriented. You’ve got

it into a parody of itself.”

surfers and climbers that spend half the day on computers. They go to gyms, they go to shrinks, they do all this stuff so they can be the best climber in the world or the best surfer in the world – while in the process the essence of climbing and surfing, the natural communion with nature if you like, is gone.”

Malloy On The Future. The age of free-range surfing has truly arrived.

Keith: “Surfing-wise I have been blessed. I’ve been able to travel so

Dan: “I can see us getting further into farming. Relatively speaking, I

much and surf so many incredible waves. But, I have to say, I don’t

don’t know shit about it. When you grow up close to something you

have the urge that I used to, to travel and to do those things. I still love

almost want to get super far away from it. Though we always lived

big surf, but the void that travel and exploration filled doesn’t seem to

on the ranch, mostly what my Dad did was underground pipeline

be there anymore.”

construction. So he’s learning a lot too, about ranching and farming. Every year I get more interested in it and want to learn more. Grace is

Chris: “People are starting to realise that surfing and climbing are ways

really, really into it, too. She has a solid foundation of knowledge, and

of thinking, ways of being. Also, of course, the places in the ocean and in

I think if we stay focused enough we could learn a lot in the future here

the mountains where surfing and climbing can give you these beautiful

and possibly do something in farming that’s viable. There’s a lifetime

experiences are disappearing or being ruined. People are beginning to

of things to learn, but in an ideal world one day we’d like to have a small

understand that if you want to protect something, you have to love it.

farm, perhaps part of the CSA [Community Supported Agriculture],

And to love something you have to really know something. What we’re

perhaps with an educational programme for local schools, and some

realising is that we as surfers and climbers should be at the forefront of

sort of residential programme, some sort of deal where you trade

expressing this love and this desire to protect. We’re not tree huggers,

teaching people how to work for food and board. It’s more difficult

but you’ve got to be responsible for what you’re doing. It’s not a hippie

to work in agriculture where you can be proud of the things you

manifesto. It’s about respecting the land that we live on and not ruining

produce, so you have to be creative. I’d also love to continue working

it with industrialised agriculture, for example. We have to be at least

for Patagonia, alongside that, because we can share similar ideals and

mindful and understanding of the impact of what we’re doing. Within

develop together.”

surfing itself, things have been fragmenting. You’re either a retro surfer, you’re an aerial surfer, a stand-up paddle surfer and so on. But I think

Keith: “I think Dan and Chris are more alike in what motivates

there’s a rising awareness that it’s all part of one beautiful thing. People

and excites them. I think I’m a little different from those guys. I’m

are tired of being in a clique. It’s all about just being there.”

actually at a point where I’m trying to figure out what the next thing is that I’m really going to dig deep into, you know. I don’t quite yet

Malloy On Patagonia. Durable goods in a throwaway world.

know what it is.” Dan: “I love playing music with my brothers as well as a bunch of friends up in Ojai, and Grace is learning to play the fiddle now, too. It’s like I was saying before about the sort of creativity I learnt from

Dan: “The relationship with Patagonia has been an important part

Chris. Trying to figure out a way to make a living doing all those things

of the process of getting back to what we truly believe in. I attribute

together would be a dream come true.”

it to the people that I get to work with and spending time with Yvon


[Chouinard] and the other Patagonia people. I consider these people

Chris: “If you’re lucky, you realise you just are who you are, and just

lifetime friends. They emphasise family and being outside and surfing

meant to be where you’re meant to be, that home is home.”


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Photojournalist Marc Vallée is capturing a generation who stand up for their rights. Text Olly Zanetti + Photography Marc Vallée

“I hated the idea of taking pictures at demonstrations.

were picked up by the now-defunct lifestyle magazine

I was fascinated by the work I saw from those who did

Sleazenation, and he was one of the first photographers to have pictures placed with PYMCA, a picture library specialising in global youth culture and music. For Marc, politics was always in the mix. At eighteen he started work as a typesetter and layout artist for left-wing weekly The Militant. “That was before the days of DTP,” says the sprightly fortyyear-old. “We’d plan the pages on a drawing board with paper and pencil. The text would be typeset on a computer and printed out. We’d slice it up with a scalpel, then fit all the elements – text, pictures and headlines – together and wax everything down.” After five years at The Militant, Marc headed for art school where he specialised in fine art painting. “I was told by a lecturer that drawing was not my ‘strongest point’ but that I was good with colour and light. Obviously I argued with him about that – I thought I was a brilliant painter. But he was half right. I did have an eye for light, and photography, to coin a phrase, is drawing with light. I picked up a camera, took some pictures, and they just seemed to work.” As Marc became more established, his semiautobiographical photos of the communities he moved in evolved into a specialism in youth culture. Documenting this side of contemporary life did have its political edge – “It was about people who rejected some of mainstream society’s values” – but it wasn’t until the

– I was in awe of it. But making those kinds of pictures myself? Nah, I was happy doing what I was doing.” It’s not a line you’d expect from renowned photojournalist-turned-investigative reporter Marc Vallée. Based in London, Marc has made a name for himself photographing dissent for the major media. His pictures are rated by two of America’s most daring novelists – Dennis Cooper and Scott Heim – and he’s co-authored three major investigations for

The Guardian exposing police brutality and state surveillance of lawful protesters. But when Marc first picked up a camera at the age of twenty-five, all he was interested in was shooting his buddies. “It was the mid-nineties and I would spend a lot of time in America, just photographing friends. They were skaters, surfers, punks, all hanging out on the New Jersey coast,” he says. “I shot on black-and-white film. The pictures were dark, grainy, full of contrast. I made them big, twenty by sixteen. I’d file out the neg holder, widening it slightly, so the prints would be full frame with a thick, jagged, black border.” Returning to the UK, Marc continued to seek out the alternative. The punk scene in Watford – one of London’s unassuming satellites – first caught his attention, followed quickly by the alternative queer scene, which reflected his own sexuality. His shots

invasion of Iraq that Marc turned his lens on protest. “I went to cover an anti-war demo in London,” he says. “I was still shooting on film then and when I looked at the contact sheets, I saw a similar energy to what interested me in the youth culture work. I’d naturally sought out the alternative youth element of the protest, anyway. I saw this as another facet of youth culture – the skaters and punks, the kind of people I’d documented elsewhere, were here on the streets protesting. It got me thinking.” As protest became an increasing part of Marc’s repertoire, the images he shot branched off into two strands. The dramatic shots – direct protest actions or arrests – were the ones that generally made the newsstands. But still interested in portraiture, he began to put together a series he called Protest Boys, capturing an aesthetic and attitude in young men that had largely gone unrecorded. “I think there’s a lot said about young people not being interested in politics and frankly that’s bullshit,” he says. “They may not be interested in parliamentary politics or the three main political parties, and who’d blame them? But out on the streets, there’s a lot of young people doing all sorts of interesting and creative things to get their point across.” Having chosen to specialise in this field of protest reportage, Marc knows his subjects well. “Some of the people whose portraits I take, I only


“Good journalism should act as the eyes and ears of the public and keep an eye on the state – that’s something the state doesn’t seem keen on.” meet fleetingly. Others, because we’re at the same

And there’s a similar story behind the portrait of

demonstrations – them to protest, me to document

an anti-scientology protester. Having held a banner

irrespective of whether they had committed a crime, or

– I’ve built up quite a rapport with.” And though he

painted with the word ‘cult’, this demonstrator hit

As well as targeting demonstrators, the police

assumes the role of objective observer, Marc still

the headlines when the police issued him with a court

were found to be focusing their attention on the press.

makes a point of researching the demonstrations to

summons under section five of the Public Order

Through legal requests, Marc has found data about

help inform his work.

Act. Apparently, they thought his placard might

him on police files; he’s been videoed and followed

So is he sympathetic to the causes of the

cause ‘harassment, alarm or distress’. The Crown

(almost into the toilet) by police surveillance officers.

groups he photographs? “I wouldn’t put it like that.

Prosecution Service refused to take the case forward,

“It would be hilarious if it wasn’t so serious,” he notes.

I’m certainly committed to what I do, I want to

and the police were strongly condemned by the

This intimidation is part, he believes, of a wider

interrogate the issues and expose wrong-doing where

human rights organisation, Liberty, for deliberately

strategy to stifle the reporting of protest. “There are

I can.” Given his political past with The Militant, is

interfering with the youth’s right to free speech.

huge political connotations to this. Good journalism

that an admission of bias in his work? “No, not at

Marc’s photograph shows him returning to the scene,

should act as the eyes and ears of the public and

all,” he answers resolutely. “I do accept that partiality

placard in hand, the case having been dropped.

keep an eye on the state – that’s something the state

had even had any communication with the police.

exists. I’m a sentient being, and I’m a product of my

After years of frontline experience, Marc believes

upbringing, my education, my experiences. But I

heavy-handed, unwarranted and often unlawful police

In the UK, the importance of good journalism has

photograph what I see. I don’t distort my work for

intrusion into the basic freedoms of democratic protest

been thrust into the public eye. “Had it not been for

any agenda, political or otherwise.”

doesn’t seem keen on.”

are becoming increasingly common. He has witnessed

The Guardian’s work, the death of Ian Tomlinson [at

At last year’s Climate Camp, near Kingsnorth

police violence toward peaceful protesters and was

London’s G20 protest in April 2009] might have slipped

power station owned by energy giant E On, Marc

himself, in 2006, hospitalised after an incident involving

into the footnotes of history.” Instead, a video showing

took a picture he regards as one of his strongest.

an officer while reporting on a demonstration. Marc

what appears to be an unjustified assault on Tomlinson,

It shows a boy with ‘E On – F off ’ emblazoned in

sued the police, and won. He’s become accustomed to

by an officer from the highly trained Territorial Support

marker across his chest. “In political or protest

such tactics, and is now increasingly concerned by the

Group, was broadcast to the world.

pictures, you need an anchor, like a placard or iconic

less obvious but equally worrying intrusions of state

And as Marc’s pictures attest, engaging in protest

building, to inform the viewer and give the shot

powers into the lives of protesters through surveillance.

politics isn’t just about back-room meetings with hair-

meaning. Here, the placard is his body. This works

In an investigation with The Guardian he and

shirted hippies. It’s an essential part of democracy

aesthetically, but it also makes a point. Humanity’s

fellow journalist Paul Lewis revealed that the details

the world over that deserves our attention and, if we

use of carbon, and the effect it has on climate

of hundreds of demonstrators – their names, political

feel strongly about it, our presence too

change, will ultimately destroy life on earth. And

affiliations, and protests they had attended – were being

there it is, written across his chest.”

recorded on a database and held for up to seven years,



When Mike Basich found snowboarding in the eighties, he found the tools he needed for an alternative life. Interview Melanie Schönthier

To get to know Mike Basich, all you need to do is listen. Take your time and just let him speak. There were times in Mike’s life when he didn’t speak a word. Then along came snowboarding and things began to fall into place. Soon Mike found himself at the forefront of snowboarding’s ‘wild generation’, forging new paths with pioneering madmen like Andy Hetzel and Shaun Palmer. Twenty years later and snowboarding may be a bit more conventional, but as for Mike, well, he’s still off the beaten track. From his hippie childhood in Sacramento and the house he built in the Tahoe backcountry to the two years he lived in a van and the time he dropped 120 feet out of a helicopter, Mike’s life has been anything but ‘the norm’. Mike is currently working on a movie documenting his different take on life. Until it's ready, we’ll let him speak. You started snowboarding with your older sister, Tina, in 1985. Can you still remember the first day? It was really icy. We had no high-backs but we were hooked! It just seemed to fit us perfectly. Why was that? My mom was always looking for something that would give us room to be ourselves. And snowboarding, being a sport for kids, was just perfect. It was new and we could just go out and do anything with it. There wasn’t anyone telling us what to do or how to ride a snowboard. Snowboarding was the best thing that could’ve happened to me at that time as it helped me overcome my epilepsy. You had epilepsy? Yes, a few years before snowboarding came into my life, it was just about making it through each day. I was really far behind in reading and writing and I needed to find something that I could relate to. That was snowboarding. Going out and doing something was my way of learning. I have the feeling that, by finding something that helped me grow as a person, I was able to outgrow my epilepsy. What memories do you have of that time in your life? It was a bit of a crazy storm that came into my life. I didn’t speak at that time and kept a lot to myself, mainly because of the medication. My parents did everything they could to help me connect with life. One summer, we lived in a teepee because my mom felt that living in a round space would help. My parents told me being different was okay, even a great thing, almost every day. Seeing my parents do something so against the American idea of ‘normal’ made me feel more self-confident. Perhaps that’s why I’ve stuck to the road less travelled. So your childhood was a bit different from that of other kids? Yeah, I only later realised that it isn’t normal to ride your horse to the corner store or live in a teepee. I saw so many doctors over the years that my parents took it in their own hands to find a way to heal me. They focused on finding something that made sense to me, A young Basich, prepping for Halloween.

something that I could grab onto, which at the time was, and still is, building things. So during the six months we were living in this teepee we built a house with our own hands, and it really helped me find my way back. Do you think you would be the same person today if you hadn’t had this period in your childhood? I have spent a lot of time over the last four years thinking about the things that have shaped my life… Knowing I was different from others helped me let go of the ideas that are engraved on most of us. As I was homeschooled for three years during my epilepsy, I knew that I didn’t need to follow what I learnt in school but could focus on what made sense to me. My younger life was all about finding the things that made my heart beat stronger. Passion is another word for it. It’s really that simple – find what your heart relates to the most. It’s the reason I’m still involved with snowboarding. Snowboarding was and always will be a non-structure sport. Of course the non-structure part is harder to find these days, but this is the side I have been chasing ever since I started. Snowboarding is a place to find out who I am.


Basich riding from Area-241.

Do you think the younger generation are entering

a home could be anything. With the cabin, I really

but I hope to have it running on the creek soon. The

snowboarding with the same mindset? I see riders

wanted to get back to the simplicity of living.

sledding and splitboarding is endless up here. It goes for

come and go because they mainly started snowboarding

miles. I finally have the set-up to go snowboarding and

to become sponsored. As soon as that is gone, they

How long did it take you to build? Four years! It

at the end of the day I can upload photos to share with

stop snowboarding. I’ve had many sponsors drop me,

would have been quicker if I had built it out of wood,

friends, family and the industry.

but it really didn’t get in the way of me wanting to

but I realised that rocks last a lot longer than trees here,

express myself through snowboarding.

so that took about two extra years. Also, I had a few

Smoking Snowboards are selling boards you make

problems mixing cement in the snow... And there was

from dead trees on your property. What do you

Do you think you would start snowboarding if

some stuff that I couldn’t do in the summer, like two big

think about the snowboard industry’s efforts to

you were a kid nowadays? I don’t think I would be

windows that needed to be brought up in the snow on

produce more ‘green’ products? The best thing

snowboarding as much, unless I started right off in the

my snowcat because the summer road is too bumpy. Just

coming out of all this, is that it’s raising awareness. I built

backcountry. Today, snowboarding at a resort is a lot

getting those two pieces of glass took me two years.

snowboards out of a four-hundred-year-old tree on my

like high school – your image matters a lot to others.

property because I wanted to raise people’s awareness

I think I would have found more creative space in

Do you live there all year long? No, at the moment

about what they buy. But what a product is made of is a

woodwork and art if I hadn’t found snowboarding.

I’m only there fifty per cent of the time, but I hope to

small part of the problem. For example, it only took me

soon. I have Internet, which helps me stay connected

one gallon of petrol to produce one snowboard. This is

There came a point when you stopped competing –

and on top of my clothing company, 241. I am only

a really small part of the oil it takes for people to use a

why was that? I travelled a lot – one year I went to Europe

fifteen minutes from Truckee so it’s not uncommon

car to get to the resort to use the board, and for the lift

thirteen times! But being on the road a lot doesn’t mean

for me to head into town to hang out with friends. In

to run, etc.

you get a lot out of it. Travelling too much was taking me

the winter, I can drive my snowmobile to the resorts

further away from what I wanted to do, so I went from

to go snowboarding or to the closest restaurant

You’ve been working on a movie documenting your

living in a five-bedroom house in Utah to living in a van.

which is nice for dinner, sometimes.

life. What is this project all about? The idea to make

I wanted to free myself up and chase the snow around.

a movie came up when I started to build my cabin. I’d

Those two years were great! Sleeping in the parking lot

Do you ever get lonely? I am pretty content without

like to share with people who I am, rather than just

at Jackson Hole, walking a hundred feet to the tram and

people, as much as I like having them around. But I live

being this guy who won a contest once. Snowboarding

a hundred feet to the spa was a nice set up.

in a place that is a bit different than where most people

has become my life so, if I am going to share that with

live, so people want to come up a lot and hang out... Plus,

people, I want to show them the whole picture of what

You recently sold your van on eBay and now live

my dog Summit lives with me here at Area-241. She’s

really happened.

in the house you built, called Area-241, in the

getting better at following me on my snowboard and

Tahoe backcountry. When did you get the idea for

even dropped a twelve-foot cliff with me last winter.

this? When I was about eleven years old, the dream

far? That I was able to use snowboarding as my tool in

of building my own house was sprouted. I grew up

How is the riding where you live? I can strap on my

building tree houses in the yard and, going from living

deck and ride straight to the tow rope I put up last

in a normal house to living in a teepee, I soon realised

winter. Right now, it’s powered by my mom’s old car,


What do you class as your biggest achievement so life to become myself

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Text + Photography SCOTT BOURNE

My mother has been living on a sailboat for the last twenty years – seventeen of them alone. The adventures this has created for me ranges from sailing through the Bermuda Triangle on a boat nearly boarded by pirates, to being picked up in a tiny prop plane and flown out over a string of islands. As of recent she has made her home in Luperon Bay, a tiny port in the Dominican Republic. It’s known all over the Caribbean as one of the tightest ‘Hurricane Holes’ in the islands and is arguably the first bay that Columbus ever pulled into. In the last year, she and my brother opened up a small restaurant in town and, though she claims she wants to settle down, she refuses to move off the boat. She is now sixty-six. Earlier this year I took my girlfriend down to ‘meet the family’, and this time the adventure began with a motorcycle trip through the Dominican Republic’s remote mountain region.

I. Three barefoot young boys climb up on a church to seek shelter from the sun.



II. In this part of the world everything has more than one use. These plastic Tropicana bottles are used in the streets as squirt guns, or for a game of ‘kick the can’. On the beach, they become water wings. With one under each arm, kids float around like survivors drifting in from a sunken ship.

III. Motorbikes are another one of my mother’s lifelong loves, and travelling through this part of the country – full of dirt roads, shanty shacks and rivers that must be crossed by raft – can be done no other way. In the background, a missionary group in pristine whites wait to cross into a neighbouring village by foot.


IV. Here a young girl has a weave put in while an old woman snaps beans. Many of the scenes of the Dominican Republic could be directly out of a long-lost Louisiana: candle light shining through the cracks of a shanty shack as you walk the streets at night; old men gathered round a small table slapping down dominoes in the shade of a porch or tree; and naked children running wild and free, without a care in the world.


V. Like a lot of developing countries I have visited, the Dominican Republic seems over-populated with wild dogs. Noticing our interest in this stray pup, several people try to sell it to us. In the distance, a man walks across a sand bar to where the ocean breaks.



VI. A year earlier I had travelled alone to visit my mother. The kids in the village had never seen a skateboard and she had asked me to bring one. When I returned, I found the skateboard worn to a nub by the few paved roads, which are very harsh, even for soft wheels. This young boy remembered that it was me who had brought the board and, in the days that followed, he had constructed this one from a broken toy truck.

VII. A large part of the population travels by donkey. In this area of the country, having a sucker or a scooter is a luxury. This young girl finishes off a sucker as she proudly poses over a scooter parked in front of her home. You will see entire families on these bikes. This is not the part of the Dominican Republic you will find advertised as the picture-perfect vacation spot, but it is certainly the beating heart of the country


Could this map be worthy of a frame? Depends on how you look at it, says artist James Niehues. TEXT Ed Andrews ARTWORK James Niehues

Getting lost sucks. It’s annoying at best but, when it happens on a mountain, it can also cost you your life. That’s what piste maps are for, right? Everyone knows that. What everyone doesn’t know, however, is that those life-saving bits of paper are often lovingly crafted by hand. “I can probably draw a mountain better than anyone else,” says sixty-three-year-old James Niehues (Jim to his pals). As the man responsible for hand-painting piste maps for some of the world’s top ski resorts, the Colorado native isn’t boasting – he’s simply stating a fact. He has, after all, spent a lifetime perfecting his craft. “Colorado gives you canyon lands to alpine peaks and so I’ve always wanted to paint scenery,” explains Jim, who started painting while bedridden with a kidney illness in his early teens. What started as a hobby became a career after Jim found himself working in a print shop in Denver, shadowing the work of then trail map illustrator Bill Brown. Since drawing his first trail map of Winter Park, Colorado, in 1986 under his own name, Jim has gone on to draw maps for a whole host of resorts from Whistler, Canada, to Muju, South Korea; Thredbo, Australia, to Portillo, Chile. So how does one approach such a mammoth task? Far from simply pulling up an easel in a valley, Jim works from aerial photographs, taken from a small plane that circles the mountain from all angles, to get even the smallest of details correct. “I put together a sketch and send it to the client,” says Jim. “There will always be alterations but after that, I hand-paint it.” The wonders of technology (i.e. Photoshop) may come in handy when making corrections but, ever the artist, Jim stays true to his watercolour roots. “You can’t get any better than just painting with a paintbrush. It lets you produce so many different colours and textures – you can reproduce the outdoors so much better that way.” So does this mean that, after a hard day’s skiing, that water-stained piece of paper in your pocket is in fact a work of art? “It’s still essentially a map,” he concedes, “and so the priority is to get it right. But the images that make up piste maps produce a desire to visit that place or provoke memories. And that’s art!”



I’m perched on a bar stool at the North

unanimous respect, how even the loudest, drunkest

Bondi RSL, knocking back schooners of Coopers

table in the room has fallen silent. The PA finishes

Green with Jay my Kiwi mate, Steve the art director of

with ‘We Will Remember Them’, which is repeated in

Insight, Derek Rielly of Stab magazine, and the ever-

chorus. There’s a minute of silence and then we all sit

chortling Rod ‘Box’ Kerr, who I used to travel with on

and resume our conversations.

the ASP pro tour in the late eighties, and who famously

“So anyway,” says Box, pausing to take a big gulp

puked while riding a wave during the second round of

of his beer, “Briso’s got his one in the back seat, I’ve

the Pukas Pro after a whiskey-sodden all-nighter in San

got mine in the front, and there’s bloody legs flyin’ and

Sebastian, which, along with the Tom Curren double-

arms stickin’ out, and I reach over and slap him on the

pump bottom turn, is one of my indelible memories

arse as hard as I farkin’ can...”

from late-eighties pro surfing.

Sydney is Australia’s cultural powerhouse. And it’s also a place where surfing – more so than in any other city – informs mainstream culture, from fashion to television to magazines and beyond. Jamie Brisick returns to Australia after a fifteenyear hiatus to find out what it is that makes Sydney the perfect PLACE to have a meaningful life both in and out of the water.

Text and photography Jamie Brisick


Diggers in collared shirts nurse beers at the bar,

I was a fair to middling pro surfer in the

play the poker machines, or tuck into a counter meal

mid-eighties when, on one of my many trips to Australia

(steak, mash, salad). A cacophony of farks and bloody

for contests, I fell in love with a raven-haired, chocolate-

’ells and get one a them in ya’s creates a kind of pub music. Box and I haven’t seen each other in fifteen years, and thus the stories gush, specifically the one about our first big night out together in ’86, which Box tells animatedly, with flying hands. “So me and Briso pull these bushies out the pub in Geelong, right. And we get in the car and start going at it. He’s got his one laid out in the back seat and I got mine in the front…” Suddenly a formal voice comes over the PA. Box stands. Jay stands. Derek stands. The whole RSL stands and so I stand, too. We face the westerly windows that overlook Bondi Beach, a heart-tugging postcard of joggers, surfers, rock pool swimmers and sunset admirers, all bathed in ethereal orange glow. A solemn mood fills the room as the ‘Ode of Remembrance’ is recited, a seven-verse poem honouring casualties of war that happens at 6pm every night in the RSLs, which were set up as social clubs for veterans of the Australian Defence Force. I’m impressed by the

skinned girl who I would share a white-shingled beach cottage with for the next two years. Thanks to her I’d become intimate with the reefs, ricochets, sandbanks and tripling-up wedges of the Northern Beaches, good ol’ fashioned Aussie meat pies doused in tomato sauce, and the miracle that is the drive-thru bottle shop. I’d watch two-time world champ Tom Carroll get deeply barreled at an off-the-beaten track spot called Buggery, ’89 world champ Martin Potter fly across the wonky rights of Whale Beach, and eccentric surf scribe Derek Hynd dance spasmodically to a crude cover of ‘Love Will Tear Us Apart’ at a backyard barbie. Coming from Los Angeles, where we talk ourselves up and try to appear important, it was wholly befuddling to discover that Aussies in fact play themselves down. I would soon learn about the ‘Tall Poppy Syndrome’, i.e., those with lofty ambitions and/or excessively high self-esteem suffer ridicule, which is both wonderful (keeps people down to earth) and horrible (champions mediocrity). A terrific moment came when I was

accused of “trying to sound like an American”. This

It’s been a busy year for shark attacks.

In that terrifying moment, when the heaving wave was

from a redneck Aussie with a gym-enhanced physique

First, a navy diver is attacked by a large bull shark

about to swallow the boat, he did not gallantly protect

and an embittered, pinched face. It was not that he

in Sydney Harbour while – get this – doing an ‘anti-

his girl, but rather dove for the bottom. I may be wrong,

hated Yanks, but precisely the opposite. To his mind,

terrorism training exercise’. The following day,

but, last I heard, they were no longer together.

affecting an American accent might get you laid, and

the husband of a pregnant wife gets a good chunk

In the late eighties, my tourmates and I played a

thus I was “cheating”. I took delicious pleasure in

of his arm bit off by a Great White while surfing

game called ‘Faces of Death’, in which we’d zap around

replying, “Umm, I actually am an American”.

the ever-popular South Bondi. On the way to the

beach towns in France, Spain, Portugal and Australia

At any rate, my understanding of Australia would

hospital, thinking he’s a goner, he instructs the surfer

pulling massive, screaming handbrake slides as close

deepen, my love of ‘The Lucky Country’ would grow,

who rescued him to, “Tell Lisa that I love her”. He

as possible to unsuspecting pedestrians, which drew

and I would call Sydney home from ’90 to ’92. This is

survives. Two weeks later, a fifteen-year-old kid is hit

some magnificent facial expressions as well as a few

my first time back in fifteen years.

while surfing North Avalon with his father, losing a

dives into nearby bushes. Once we pulled one on top

chunk of his leg and a whole lot of blood.

sixteen-ranked Dave Parmenter, who was notorious

No one does mornings better than the

I got to experience the aftermath of this one

for his Clint Eastwood-like demeanor. Dave barely

Sydneysiders. At 6:30am in Bronte, exotic, brightly

morning at South Bondi. I’m straddling my borrowed

flinched. From this simulated near-death experience

coloured birds squawk, chirp, whistle and dart across

6’3” Warner thruster, marveling at the transparency of

we concluded that he was the Real Deal.

the jungle-like gully behind my mate Jay’s red-brick

the turquoise water, when an overhead wave appears.

I did not ponder these things as I bobbed in the

flat, making noises that sound more Amazonian

Our cluster strokes out to meet it when suddenly a

waters of Bondi Beach, but rather sat with my feet on

than Aussie. At the beach, a dozen senior citizens in

large, dark, unidentified corpus streaks across the

my board so as to eliminate dangling limbs. I scanned

Speedos and goggles swim laps in the saltwater rock

looming swell then quickly disappears.

the depths and listened to my heartbeat, which

pool, their pink, keg-shaped backs shimmering in the

A wonderful moment follows. The two dozen of

sounded vaguely like the theme song from Jaws. And

blinding sun. Twenty yards due east, a short-interval,

us break into groups. There’s the terrified beginners

then finally the beast emerged, this time breaking

ten-foot-face sou’east swell summons the local surfers

who immediately spin around and stroke for shore,

the surface and doing a dolphin-like dart across a

who trot down the esplanade, shimmy along the

mewling hysterically about giant fins. There’s the calm

looming swell, revealing flaps and flippers and a shiny

rocks, and launch onto incoming surges that, if poorly

and graceful bikini-clad girl, who politely asks her

brown torso – a seal not a shark, thank god, and all

timed, can end in disaster. In the grassy park behind

neighbours if it was indeed a shark. There’s the three or

went back to normal at Bondi.

the beach, a stocky, bald boxing coach leads his ten or

four stone-faced locals, who show not the slightest hint

twelve students through a round of jabs, hooks and

of fear. In fact, they huddle together as if preparing to

On Anzac Day, my surfer/photographer

uppercuts. On the squeaky, orange-tinged sand, the

take on whatever beast. And then there’s the rest of us,

mate Kane and I drive from Bondi out to the Northern

surf lifesavers practise their rescue drills.

confused, quietly shit-scared, in a kind of limbo.

Beaches, i.e., Manly, Dee Why, Narrabeen, Newport,

I had forgotten how sporty Sydneysiders are. Because

Throwing a shark into one’s immediate vicinity is a

Avalon, Whale Beach, etc. Anzac Day is a national

of the rugged coastline, the topography of Sydney's

great litmus test. Primal fears surface. True colours come

public holiday honouring soldiers who fought for

beach suburbs is that of an amphitheatre. Nearly every

out. Some years back, a renowned surf photographer

Australia and New Zealand in World War I, as well as

home and apartment block has an ocean view, and the

was shooting Teahupoo from a dinghy, his longtime

other battles. In various parks and parking lots we catch

beach serves as centre stage, a kind of civic playground.

girlfriend at his side, when suddenly a massive set came.

the tail end of the dawn service, where a good chunk of


Sydney is the best city in the world to slay buffalo on the career front yet still maintain a fulfilling surfing life. the population comes out to pay their respects. I’m told

one of his trademark gouges as if he’s in the bloody

the RSLs give out free beer from something like 6am to

1990 Pipeline Masters. The crowd gathered in the car

8am, thus the streets are wobbly by noon.

park, which seems to include half the town of Avalon,

We check out Barrenjoey, which is triple overhead

erupts into hoots and hollers.

and messy, and where I hear a story about a kid in

I’m filled with both nostalgia and a renewed love

Avalon who’s working on a series of ‘penis paintings’ in

of these fabulous Northern Beaches. Why? Because

which he dips his willy into the paint jar then smears it

surfing is so massively respected here that, in ensuing

over the canvas. What I find interesting, having lived

days, Tom will be showered in compliments for this

here two decades ago, is how there’s been a dramatic

single ride from the butcher, the bank manager, the

liberation of this wave-rich suburbia-by-the-seashore.

mechanic, the maître d' at his favourite restaurant,

In the late-eighties, the general vibe of the Northern

and various sapphire-eyed café waitresses. Because

Beaches was very blue-collar and no-nonsense.

there’s something truly heartwarming about seeing

Flamboyance, gender-bending and Warhol-esque

surfers over the age of forty whipping and weaving and

experimentation would inevitably ruffle feathers.

pulling into stand-up barrels with beatific, Peter Pan-

Then came Ozzie Wright, the now-legendary clothing

ish smiles on their faces. Which leads to my theory...

label Tsubi (or Ksubi), a flurry of experimental bands and a veritable epidemic of dishevelled, paint-

Sydney is the best city in the world

splattered kids hell-bent on shaking up the status quo.

to slay buffalo on the career front yet still maintain

What Johnny Rotten and Sid Vicious did to rock ‘n’

a fulfilling surfing life. Sure, there are G-Lands and

roll in the seventies, these people/movements would

J-Bays and Teahupoos and North Shores, but world-

do to ‘old guard’ Sydney in the nineties.

class waves come with a severe sacrifice: you generally

There’s also the technology boom. Fifteen years ago

give up a professional life. On the flipside is Los

Australia was off the pop culture radar. Bands, books,

Angeles, New York City, Tokyo, London, Paris, Sao

movies, magazines, fashion, ephemera – by the time

Paulo, Hong Kong, etc., where opportunity abounds

they arrived in Sydney they were passé across the water.

but surf is either meagre or non-existent.

In fact, I moved back to Los Angeles in ’92 primarily

Sydney is a thriving, metropolitan city where

because I felt as if the world was passing me by. The

you can do virtually anything career-wise, yet it sits

Internet, FedEx, YouTube, Twitter, Facebook, MySpace,

close enough to a reef-, point-, rivermouth-, bounce-,

etc. have changed this dramatically. Australia may be

and sandbank-studded coastline that, while not

geographically isolated, but Sydney and Melbourne are

quite A-grade, is pretty damn good and consistent.

as current and on-the-pulse as Williamsburg.

This contrasts heavily with my Southern California

But in the water the song remains largely the

surfing life, which is more often than not despicable

same. At triple-overhead North Avalon, the heavy-

and unsustainable. Had I never travelled abroad

hitters are not some new crop of teenage punks with

I might be able to find fulfillment in waist-high,

batwings, but rather the same guys who dominated

onshore, closed-out Zuma Beach.

fifteen years ago. A reeling, Mundaka-like left is

My Sydney brethren, meanwhile, ride fun, overhead

ridden superbly by once top five-ranked Rob Bain.

waves fairly regularly. This is evident in their surfing

Former Triple Crown winner Mike Rommelse bangs

standard, physical fitness, bounce in their step, and

a heaving, aquamarine lip. Late-eighties top-sixteener

cheery glint in their eye. It’s celebrated in post-session

Ces Wilson pigdogs through a long barrel.

gatherings at seaside pubs, restaurants, RSLs, and wine

In the late afternoon, Tom Carroll sprints goblin-

bars, where a strong sense of community abounds. As I

like up the point and on his first wave drops down the

said to my mate Jay on the final night of my two-week

face, swoops off the bottom, stalls with a casualness

visit, “Sydney is the perfect place to either stretch out

and familiarity that suggests parking one’s car in one’s

or kill off a mid-life crisis.” Only later did I realise that

garage, gets severely tubed, comes out, then lays into

they’re essentially one and the same


Derek Rielly is handsome, whip smart and currently topping my ‘Men I’ll Sleep With When I Come Out Of The Closet’ list. He’s also the founder of Stab, by far the most X-rated surf magazine in history. In my quest to get up to speed on 21st century Sydney (as opposed to my dated, nostalgia-tinged version), I interviewed him after a sunny, offshore session at South Bronte. He wore a white headband, white vee-neck tee, brown Louis Vuitton high-cut shorts, and snowy-white tube socks pulled up to his knees. He resembled a lateseventies Björn Borg with an Oscar Wilde wit. At one point he whipped out a ping-pong paddle. Define Sydney’s personality, character, etc. Like most joints, walk a few hundred metres down the road and you’ve gone from gold-rimmed, red-lens aviator, sunshine-yellow with vintage belt, electricblue RL Black Label shirt with epaulets and twobreast pockets, boat shoe-wearing gorgeousness to black polar fleece hoodies and tracksuit pants far too short and far too big. But, if we must generalise, Sydney is a shallow city where making it big is everything. There is no design consciousness or anything world-class except its fabulous harbour and Northern Peninsula. Tell us about the ‘Tall Poppy Syndrome’. It exists only in the imagination. You get famous, you make a little money, and you start to get paranoid about who’s your real pal and who’s in it for the connection or to shower under your money. Are the famous above criticism? Best and worst things about Sydney? The architecture is ghastly. Wartime and pre-war shanties and morose apartment blocks abutting astonishingly ordinary





crude attempts at dense housing. That said, I do understand the basic concept of the psychology of taste and realise beautiful Sydneysiders may wish to commune with their ugly side. The weather is fabulous. The women are all-time. The drugs are expensive. The food is great, and great in the quality produce kinda way, not in the Michelin star kinda way, but that’s here as well. The waves are varied, but rarely of excellent quality. Anything else that might help the foreign surfer to better understand Australia? If you want to understand Australia, you can apply the usual template over it, i.e., big cities are inclusive and Derek Rielly.

exciting while the outer areas are insular and dull. But it’s in these dull places that you’ll find good waves. Australians like to fight and root at night. If we can’t get a root we get furious. Livid, even. And then we fight.


Derek Hynd.

The one-eyed Derek Hynd has been a top five-ranked pro, scintillating surf scribe and legendary coach. His latest venture is riding finless boards and twirling 360s by the dozen: “Greatest change in Sydney surf culture in the past decade? The affluent and upwardly mobile (SUP) older generation; the predominance of wide-body boards; a bodyboard element that is more popular than board riding at many beaches, leaving some high schools with more of a lid culture than surfboard culture; street gang culture as a reflection of more population density and less parental control.”

Legendary filmmaker and former Hawaiian resident Jack McCoy

Jack McCoy.

went to Australia in 1970 and never looked back. He’s presently working on A Deeper Shade of Blue, in which he traces the oral history of surfing via the sport’s luminaries: “The beauty of Sydney is clean air, low crime, English speaking, and lots of great people. Most Australians are extremely hospitable, friendly and caring, should you ever need help or assistance. For a traveller, all you have to do is ask and you watch, they’ll go out of their way and maybe even invite you back to their place for a feed.”


Kane Skenner.

Photographer Kane Skenner grew up in suburban Whale Beach on the Northern Beaches but now resides in the cultural hub that is Bondi Beach. He shoots for GQ, Vogue, Stab, ASL and Monster Children: “In the mid-nineties things started to change. People started drawing on their boards, looking at fashion and music a bit more and becoming more worldly. The previous generation went to Indo; we went to Europe. The younger kids today are even more ambitious and supportive of each other. They have more of a worldview than an Australian view. It’s really changed radically.”

Lauded surf journalist, big-wave hellman and brother to the legendary Tom, Nick Carroll is the writer/creator of Bombora, a two-part documentary on the history of Australian surfing: “There’s a really deep underweaving of surfing in the culture here. For example, there’s a guy who lives around here who’s a plumber, and he’s got about ten or twelve employees, and he’s got a really good plumbing business, and they’re stalwarts as far as getting the job done, but – the fucking lot of them will drop their tools and surf when the surf’s good. Their four or five cars will be down The Peak. And people seem to be able to handle that in Australia.

Nick Carroll.

People don’t have a hernia if you say, ‘The surf was good so I’ll be there tomorrow.’”


Polandâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s finest take on the streets of London for five whirlwind days of skating and fifteen minutes on film.

Tomek Ziolkowski.

Text Anna Hopson + Photography Richie Hopson

Tomek Kotrych. Tomek Ziolkowski.

Jakub ‘Suwak’ Suwinski.

Michal Przybylowicz.

Stu Smith and his LovenSkate-tattoed toes. Tomek Ziolkowski.

Why would eight Polish guys travel to London in

the cobble-stoned side roads of the East, traverse

in the throws of becoming new friends. Then

the middle of summer? If you adhere to current

from the North deep into the South, and they’ll

night pulls in, the streetlights flash to life, and the

stereotypes, you’re probably thinking, “They’re

be filmed and photographed every step of the way.

crew retreat back to the LovenSkate studio for a

plumbers, right? Builders, painters or decorators

Then five days of skateboarding will be edited down

barbecue – sausages and all.

coming to look for work.”

into just fifteen minutes of film footage.

But you, misinformed consumer of corporate

By the time the London stop rolls to a close,

The weather couldn’t be better. Under the rare

the Polish crew have nailed down their take on the

glow of a British summer sun, the crew take in spots

town. They’re amazed by how “polite and friendly”

They’re skateboarders – eight guys from

that would be worthy of an insider’s guide to skating

Londoners are, and remark on all the niceties

different towns across Poland – coming to London

in London, including Royal Oak, Southbank,

they’ve received in the form of “please, thank you

to skate, film and photograph for five days before

Elephant and Castle, East India, Euston and a

and excuse me”. They can’t stop talking about the

hopping on the Eurostar and hitting Paris to do the

couple of secret spots too.

cops who approached them on London Bridge and

news, would be wrong.

One such secret locale is hosted by the East

asked them politely to stop skating on the metal

We’re in the presence of the Quiksilver Town

London-based LovenSkate crew in Bethnal Green.

benches. “In Poland, police are never polite – they

Tour, the very first Polish skate tour in London.

Alex, Kevin and Stu take the guys to a bank hidden

just shout to you, ‘Get out of here now!’” And they

Sick of hearing about the capital’s famed skate

in the courtyard of an old redbrick council estate,

find it endlessly amusing that, anytime they asked

spots from a distance, the crew decided to make

an eerily quiet place surrounded by a small block

a Londoner for directions, everything was always

London the first stop on their tour and find out for

of flats. Over the next few hours, the guys session

“just around the corner”. The cleanliness of the wall

themselves what the fuss is really all about.

the banks in front of an audience made up of three

tiles on the Underground and tastiness of the city’s

kids glued to a window, an old lady hanging her

Indian food factor high as memorable points.

same damn thing all over again.

For the next five days, some of Poland’s finest skaters –

including Michal Przybylowicz, Jakub

clothes out to dry and a man enjoying an al fresco

‘Suwak’ Suwinski, Tomek Ziolkowski and Tomek

dinner on his balcony. All you can hear is the

Kotrych - will skate everything the city has to offer.

rumbling grind and cacophonic clack of a killer

They’ll take in the smooth plains of the West, brave

session being enjoyed by complete strangers, deep


And so, just as they roll in, they roll out of town. For the memories, see the film



HUCK talks destiny and the genetics of stoke with snowboarding A-lister Lisa Filzmoser. Interview Melanie Schönthier + Photography Matt Georges


What did your parents say when you told them you

skidoo. You drive into the backcountry where some

kickers, pristine parks to urban drops – you

wanted to become a pro snowboarder? When I quit

locals are already racing around with their sleds,

name it, Lisa Filzmoser rides it. At twenty-eight,

university my parents asked me questions and wanted

then you go scoping for spots and build something.

the Austrian all-rounder is a fully-fledged

me to continue. That’s how parents are – I would do

It’s a lot of fun but also tiring, especially if something

member of snowboarding’s super league, thanks

the same with my kids. But they soon supported my

goes wrong with your skidoo. In Europe, we hike

to impressive parts in movies like Dropstitch,

decision when they saw that I could finance my own

more. I also love hiking but sometimes I would

Float and White Ever. Now new proof of her

life through snowboarding. They always tell me to

like to have a skidoo so you can jump a kicker ten

mega-talent is about to be unleashed on the

enjoy my freedom as long as I can.

times before getting too tired. But I’m pretty happy





world in HD with Stance, arguably the best

that those skidoos don’t pollute our lovely Alps and

all-girl movie of all time. So we figured it was

What other life lessons did your parents share

about time we caught up with the lady herself,

with you? The fact that, from nothing, comes nothing

and found out what more we can expect from

– you always have to work hard to get to where you

With a decade of experience behind you, do you

Lisa, and what else Lisa can expect from life.

want to be. For example, it took me three years to get

feel you can handle certain situations better than

my first snowboard because my parents wanted me to

some of the younger kids coming up? I think so.

save so I could buy it myself.

When you’re filming you always feel some pressure –

Do you believe in destiny? There is this saying, ‘Take your destiny in your own hands, but let coincidence be

bother Mother Nature.

pressure from yourself, your sponsors, from the filmers

your best friend.’ That matches my life. If you have a

There is this theory that parents can pass

or photographers. But thanks to my experience, I can

goal you should do everything to reach it, but often a

happy hormones onto their kids if they release

say, ‘No, this doesn’t work, I won’t do this’ more easily

coincidence helps, too.

endorphins while doing something they love

than a young rider who still needs to prove herself.

– whether it’s playing chess or tearing down a

Some things I did at the beginning of my career I

Does this also refer to your snowboard career? Of

mountain – before their kids are born. Do you

wouldn’t risk today, like jumping a kicker with an icy

course. A good example is when Helly Hansen was

think your folks passed the ‘stoke gene’ on to

landing – the risk of injury is just too big.

looking for some fresh female face a few years ago

you? That’s an interesting question! My father used

and they asked Lesley McKenna and Josie Clyde from

to be a skier back in the day and even took part in

Do you find the fear factor goes up as you get

Chunkyknit for advice. I was still riding for Burton and

competitions. Later he was a motocrosser and then a

older? No, I would say you only get wiser as you know

filming for Chunkyknit’s Transfer at that time – the girls

rally car driver, so I guess he could have passed me this

what risks you can take. Sometimes you need to feel

dropped my name and I changed my sponsors and Elan

gene for stoke. But I also believe that it depends on

scared, whether you are young or older, because if you

followed shortly after that. It proved to be the right

what your parents are into when you are a kid – my

don’t feel any fear you don’t appreciate the danger of

decision and now I can concentrate mainly on filming.

sister, who is a professional judoka today, and I were

some situations, and that can result in injuries.

put on skis at the age of two or three. Do you think snowboarding in general has

How long do you see yourself riding professionally?

changed your life? You travel the world, getting to

Would you like to have your own family one day?

As long as I have fun, don’t get injured and my sponsors

know new cultures and people – it makes you more

For sure. I already completed my dream of becoming

still support me. Snowboarding is not only for girls up

open, more tolerant, more self-confident. I’m actually

a professional snowboarder but having a family of my

until the age of twenty-five. There is no limit, and a

a pretty shy person, but without snowboarding

own is another one. Apart from that, there are still a

lot of the older riders can still easily keep up with the

I would be even more so.

lot of open doors in my life. At the moment I’m just

young ones. Women just get more self-confident with

happy about the here and now.

age, which is good for their riding.

snowboarding’s super league. As a kid, is this where

Speaking of the here and now, this Autumn

But snowboarding can be an ageist sport. Do you

you thought you’d end up? Never, it just happened!

sees the release of Stance, in which you have a

ever have those days when you just feel… old? I

I did my first contest for pure fun ten years ago and

part next to riders like Gretchen Bleiler, Hana

know I’m at the end of my twenties, but when I see all

kept doing more and more. But first I had to finish

Beaman and Jenny Jones. How did the experience

these young kids I still feel I’m one of them. That’s the

school – that was something my parents really insisted

of filming in the States differ from riding here

nice thing about snowboarding – you don’t just give

on. I even started studying graphic design and art but

in Europe? There, riding the backcountry means

up because you’re getting older. If you asked me how

noticed very quickly that I needed to choose what I

riding with a skidoo. We filmed some weeks in the

I would describe myself today, I would say, ‘Still young,

wanted to focus on. And that was snowboarding.

area around Salt Lake City where everyone has a

with a little more life experience!’

You have established yourself as a part of female



Photography Guy Martin They say life is what you make it, and on the hill that’s more than true. Some start before dawn, with first lifts, fresh tracks and solo lines that verge on Zen. Others choose nocturnal kicks and hedonistic blurs. It can be about escape and leaving city life behind, or simply doing as your father did, and as his father did before. Whether they’re searching for Satori or bro-downs in the park, they’re carving a life out of the mountain and making it their own.

Sabrina, taking in the view she’s known all her life. Jacket and pants Nikita.


Tyron, working the Pistenbully, the same way he does every night. Beanie Bonfire, jacket Zimtstern.


The TG Ski crew, doing what they came here to do, on a three-hour break before dinner duties commence. Left to right. Hugh wears: Striped jacket DC, yellow pants Bonfire, snowboard Salomon Sick Stick. Henry wears: Checked jacket Burton, beanie Bonfire. George wears: One-piece Burton, beanie Vans.


Bobby, scoffing one down before the obligatory piss-up begins. Jacket Carhartt, pants Vans.


Sam, soaking up a solo moment on the hill. Jacket Santa Cruz.


Laura on shopping day, prepping for a fresh herd of chalet guests. Jacket Burton. With thanks to TG Ski, catered chalet holidays in Morzine, France.


Challenging both local precepts and foreign tanks, Skateistan is giving Afghan kids the chance to roll on four small wheels. American skater and perpetual world traveller Kenny Reed has just returned from Kabul where he visited the project. Interview Niall Neeson + Photography Kenny Reed


In January 2002, an English skate magazine

is barely a skate scene in the world today which

At what point did the loose idea of skating

ran an article called ‘The New Beats’, about

Kenny has not dropped in on. One notable

Afghanistan turn into you strapping boards

the phenomenon of Barcelona’s then status

exception remained: the land of the Afghans.

together and sticking your passport in the old back

as global skate Mecca. The piece argues that

Occasionally, late at night when we had both

pocket again? I was talking with a few of the guys who

skaters alone were the true inheritors of the

been shown too much of the grape, Kenny would

run Skateistan in Kabul and they mentioned a project

beatnik philosophy of Kerouac and Ginsberg:

secretly declare his intention of seeking out

in the works involving a documentary film about living

young bohemians with a taste for travel, danger,

the Afghan skate scene. Then a few months

and skating in Afghanistan. When they asked me if I

enrichment and excitement. The pre-eminent

ago I was approached by a girl with news from

would be interested in coming to visit with a few other

figure among them was and remains Kenny Reed.

a project called Skateistan, a skate school in

pros I was really excited, and they asked for advice on

Known universally by the sobriquet ‘Traveller’,

the capital of Kabul which takes urban youth

who I thought might be interested in coming along.

and with a passport so full his government had

and the children of the internally displaced

They wanted an international group involving pros from

to stitch a fourteen-page insert into the centre,

and teaches them to view life through another

different countries, a girl skater, and also someone from

Reed is the most widely travelled skater of his

prism. In turn, I reached out to Kenny, but Kenny

a country in the Middle East or the Arabian Peninsula.

or any generation. From Belfast to Papua New

was already gone. HUCK tracked him down as he

From there I contacted about ten different people and

Guinea, via Peru or the Russian Caucasus, there

stepped off a return flight for a de-briefing.

tried to find out who would be interested.


How did you get into Kabul? At first, we were a

So what’s the project all about? It’s a group of

would ride up into the hills and look around the

bit worried as we thought we would have had to be

people who are skateboarders in Kabul who saw an

neighbourhoods for skate spots… trying to blend

interviewed. But as luck would have it, we found

opportunity to start a programme teaching kids to

in and wearing the traditional dress. It’s then that

out we could get an invitation from the Afghan

skate and giving them a place to go where it’s safe

you get to feel anonymous  and alone, feeling out

Olympic Committee  before applying for our visas.

and where they can play with other kids. There is

the areas and street life in Kabul.

Once we had that, it was no problem at all. It took

nothing else like it in Afghanistan, and I think it’s

about twenty-four hours from that point.

a very positive influence on the community. For

Did you perceive any danger in the air at any

example, in Kabul there are many different

point? Not danger per se – but there were a few

Were you advised to have a minder or did you

ethnicities and skateboarding there, like anywhere

semi-tense situations. You know, like in any major

freestyle it? We were taken care of by the kind

else, is meant to be fun and indifferent of age,

city there are people around the centre up to no

people at Skateistan – no security was needed. There

ethnic background or gender.

good. We always made it back to the house and

were initial apprehensions obviously, but after the

behind the compound wall before dark. Saying

first day meeting everyone, we all felt safe enough.

What did you see of life in Kabul beyond

that though, on one evening when we were out

We had a great crew and we were in good spirits.

the skate school? When I had free time I

on the front porch, with the music playing and


passing beers around after a long dusty day as was

Where was the heavy military presence most

Did you come back with a sense of hope about

the ritual… suddenly there was louder music and a

notable: Kabul or Jerusalem? Oh, Kabul for

the place? I did. I can’t wait to go back and skate

barbecue with a few extra guests. Everything was

sure. When we were skating in the streets we had

with the kids and see friends again. Afghanistan is

good until a decent-sized rock flew over the wall

the turrets of American tanks turned and pointed

a really special place, and right now it’s important

and hit someone in the head. After ten minutes or

at us, following us as they passed.

to be involved with projects like this which are

so the blood stopped and we found out it was some

really making a difference.

young kids from the neighbourhood – the kids in

What are your thoughts on the Western

Kabul play rough.

military presence there? I think the people want

Is Afghanistan the final act of wanderlust or

peace and a life without so many guns around.

a prelude to a new chapter in Kenny Reed’s

Did you see any potential in the kids you skated

odyssey? I’m looking forward to what’s next!

with there? Yeah! The kids improved fast: even

Is this a trip to repeat or one to tick off the list

I’m down for the dirt roads as well as the marble

from after the first day we arrived we noticed a

as done and dusted? I'm planning to go back in


difference. After about a week some of the kids

October, as it goes! There are some tricks I didn't

who were barely ollieing were landing kickflips.

get to land last time.


For War Vets suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, returning to the source is about returning back to life. Text Alex Wade Photography Guy Martin

Every surfer knows the feeling. You haven’t been able to get in the water for a few days, or a couple of weeks, or maybe even longer. Work, or family commitments, or illness, or any other of a hundred reasons might be stopping you bagging your wave-riding fix, but whatever the cause the outcome is clear: the longer you go without paddling out and catching a few waves, the more badtempered you get. But eventually, things turn around. You find yourself in the sea. The surf might be big, it might be small, it might be plain old average: it doesn’t matter. You’re stoked to be amongst it, and all the angst drops away. Surfing works its unique magic. You feel pure again. You don’t have to work hard to imagine this. It’s what we who surf all know. But now imagine that most nights you don’t sleep, because your mind is scarred by visions of a daytime sky darkened by plumes of black smoke from burning oil fields. Imagine waking up smelling diesel fuel. Imagine dreaming of a priest blessing a tank, being covered in shrapnel, seeing your comrades suffer brutal injuries. Imagine all this, and you’ll have an idea of what it’s like to suffer from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). And then ask yourself this: if you were suffering from PTSD, just how good would surfing be? One man who knows is Rich Emerson, who, while serving with the Queen’s Royal Irish Hussars, was deployed in 1991 in the 7th Armoured Brigade with ‘D’ Squadron as part of Operation Granby – better known as Operation Desert Storm. Emerson, born in southeast London in 1965, is proud to have helped in the liberation of Kuwait, but the experience took its toll. Indeed, it’s possible that unless he had discovered surfing, he might never have recovered.


Put simply, Emerson has been through the mill.

self-destructive spiral of drinking, suicidal thoughts and

Brought up largely in Southampton, his father was a

depression. But I didn’t know anything about PTSD.

Royal Marines Colour Sergeant and Physical Fitness

Nor did anyone around me.”

unique sense of renewal that comes from surfing. “I got a lot of help from my partner, Emma, who contacted the British Legion on my behalf,” says Emerson.

Instructor (PTI). He instilled in his son both a lifelong

Emerson had arrived in a bad and dangerous place,

“Through them, I was introduced to the Warrior

commitment to staying in shape and a desire to serve in

one where he would drink, perhaps to annul memories

Programme, a charity designed to help ex-servicemen.

the military. Aged twenty-two, having qualified as a motor

of seeing fellow soldiers severely injured, perhaps to

Then I attended Operation Amped in California.” At this

vehicle mechanic, Emerson, keenly aware of his family’s

obliterate what he describes as “a strange, nagging sense

point, Emerson’s eyes light up, almost as if the burning

Irish connection – his grandmother was from Ireland

of guilt”. He recalls staring at photographs of the conflict,

oil fields have, at last, left his memory. “Operation Amped

– joined the Queens Royal Irish Hussars, historically

or of his children, whom he was now rarely seeing.

was set up to introduce servicemen to surfing for one

a cavalry regiment and, since 1993, amalgamated with

“Things would spiral downwards very quickly,” he says.

simple reason: surfing can change your life.”

the Queen’s Own Hussars to form the Queen’s Royal

Lean and fit, Emerson today is softly spoken with

Emerson is now at the helm of Combat Surfers,

Hussars. The nomenclature might elude most of the

intense blue eyes. Tattoos betray his military past, his

a UK group similarly dedicated to tapping the source

surfing community, one not known for its bellicose

children and his sporting accomplishments. And a

for veterans suffering from PTSD. Its first event, held

streak, but there is no doubting what happened next.

weathered, tanned face hints at how Emerson made the

in September 2009 at Gwithian Beach in Cornwall,

first steps to getting his life back on track.

was an unqualified success. As local surfer and friend of

“I loved serving in the military, experiencing its camaraderie and sense of purpose,” says Emerson, who

“I started surfing when I was thirty,” he recalls.

Emerson’s, Russ Pierre, put it: “One veteran told me he

excelled at various sports, boxing for his regiment,

Emerson was visiting Cornwall to see his first wife and

hadn’t laughed so much in six years since leaving the Army.

becoming the Army Single Sculling Champion and, like

children, who were by then living in West Penwith. He

The smiles, the laughter and the stoke were contagious.”

his father, a PTI. But Operation Desert Storm wreaked

encountered St Ives’ Porthmeor Beach working at a solid

Emerson knows why. “Surfing is about being in the

a peculiarly insidious havoc: “I wasn’t aware of being

4ft. “I was with a mate, and I just looked at the surfers

moment. You can’t think about anything else other than

under pressure at the time, but my life started to unravel

out there and said to him, ‘That’s what I want to do.’”

being in the sea, waiting for waves, riding them. The

after I left the army in 1993.” Emerson was twenty-seven

Emerson acted immediately on his impulse, buying a

salt water draws the negativity out of you. You feel pure

and had been married to Katherine, with whom he had

board and wetsuit and learning to surf in Bournemouth


four children, Victoria, Luke, Nathaniel and Elizabeth.

and West Wittering, where he was then living. But

Every surfer will know that feeling, but few of us

But his increasingly erratic behaviour contributed to

before long, he had moved to Cornwall. Becoming a

have had to grapple with PTSD. Next time you’re feeling

his divorce – not once, but twice. His second marriage,

surfer helped him deal with the difficulties of his second

a bit of angst, maybe because you haven’t had any waves

to Carol, also foundered, but only later did Emerson

marriage breaking up – “I’ve been very lucky, the surfing

for a while or because the line-up seems a little crowded,

understand why.

community has been brilliant to me,” he says – and now

spare a thought for the surfer next to you. He might just

“I’d have nightmares about Kuwait, about the

gives him a newfound sense of purpose. Now Emerson,

need some stoke a lot more than you

terrible things I saw there,” he says. “I’d have a horrible,

who was only recently diagnosed as suffering from

almost constant state of anxiety and would get into a

PTSD, is helping other combat veterans discover the


revealing its quiet beauty amongst the chaos -


Riding is a state of mind. No matter how you satisfy the itch, it’s about satiating an addiction and the lure of the slide. On the streets of North London, the rules are the same. Progression is everything – getting better, going bigger, stomping shit for the very first time – and props from your boys can be cashed for gold. Wherever you play, whatever you ride, it’s all about embracing the slide. PHOTOGRAPHY JOSH COLE

Left to right: Yellowman wears: Depew flatcap. Remus wears: Seasonal Basic 59FIFTY (Washington Nationals) cap, Baseball jacket, Rhinestone Visor T-shirt. Andrew wears: Buffalo Dogear cap, DC Big Logo Splat T-shirt. D.molish wears: Trapper cap, Baseball jacket, G Blaster T-shirt. All by New Era.


Yellowman, twenty-one, is from North London. Interests: money and motors. Motto: “You can’t be wrong and strong.” Yellowman wears: Pinstripe 59FIFTY cap, Baseball jacket . All by New Era. 96 HUCK

Uncle B is from “all over the place”. He works in security and is a Fireblade rider. Motto: “Peace, love and unity.” Left to right: D.molish wears: Trapper cap, Baseball jacket, G Blaster T-shirt. Uncle B wears: All Over Buffalo cap, DC Big Logo Splat T-shirt. All by New Era.

Left to right: Remus wears: Seasonal Basic 59FIFTY (Washington Nationals) cap, Baseball jacket, Rhinestone Visor T-shirt. Yellowman wears: Depew flatcap, Chevron hoodie, Ice Cream T-shirt. Uncle B wears: Trapper cap. DC Big Logo Splat T-shirt. All by New Era.

Yellowman wears: Depew flatcap, Chevron hoodie. All by New Era.

Remus, sixteen, is at college studying music tech and is a lyricist from the Taskforce family - son of the infamous Farma G. Motto: “Doin’ it large.” Remus wears: Trapper cap New Era.

D.molish, twenty-five and from Islington, is a rapper/producer in hip hop crew, Taskforce. Motto: “What you put in, you get out.” Left to right: Remus wears: Buffalo beanie. D.molish Denim Dogear cap, Baseball jacket, G Blaster T-shirt. Yellowman wears: Trapper cap, Chevron hoodie. All by New Era. Photographer’s Assistants: Andrew Howe and Neil Blake. Retouch: Gary Meade.

Creator of the craziest hybrid kicks.

Tony Hawk: RIDE

Freeing gamer’s thumbs, one wireless skate deck at a time.


Mourning the passing of notoriety and fame, by King Adz.

Photo: Tim Conibear.

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Other skateboarders who’ve hit the mainstream…

Rob Dyrdek It’s not just Tony Hawk who’s got mass appeal. Since his first reality show, Rob & Big, appeared on MTV in 2004, Dyrdek has been firmly in the public eye – making the world’s largest skateboard, building skate plazas for kids across America, endorsing his own deodorant and writing and executive producing the movie Street Dreams. He’s even scored his second MTV reality TV series, Rob Dyrdek’s Fantasy Factory.

Skateboarding is hard, right?

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Hawk of yesteryear, all in crispy HD.

the smallest of stray cracks in

countless sequels shifted millions

the pavement when you’re

worldwide, educating a whole

because it’ll get them standing

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cruising along can result in a

new generation in the brands,

up and moving around,” says Lyn-Z

known as Andy Mac has

trip to A&E. It’s part of the reason

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in the game with their own avatar.

a record nineteen medals in

hardest by those willing to crunch

of So-And-So, double-pits-to-

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the process. He’s appeared

bones and scrape flesh on the

chesty, Street Dreams; you think

feet on an actual board will get

on The Tonight Show With Jay

cold, hard concrete – people who

these would have happened

them wanting to try skateboarding

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skateboarding. It won’t register

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franchise, Tony Hawk: RIDE, about

as anything more than a blip to

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those purists who want to keep

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than Marty McFly or Gleaming

bills? Taking lead from the success

to those dedicated to breaking

the Cube ever could. When

of the Guitar Hero series of

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games, which lets you play on a

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Ryan Sheckler

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is a teenage heartthrob, film

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its own peripheral controller.

be a positive thing.

star and veritable brand

could bust out a nollie 360

This wireless skate deck, which

flip down a fifteen-set of stairs

makes it “the most interactive,

right? But according to the one

winning his first X Games at

without even getting off the sofa.

and virtually real skateboarding

Rodney Mullen, a man one and and only only Rodney Mullen,

just thirteen, superstardom

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Movember Another group of surfers who got up to do good are the Aussie mates behind Movember, a month-long moustache-growing charity event that’s seen everyone from Mick Fanning to the impossibly hairless Slater rocking the mo in aid of men’s health. With a whopping £30 milliion raised over the past six years, Movember’s been doing its bit for prostrate cancer research. Register as a

Contrary to popular belief, belief itit gets gets

emerging in South Africa today.

school but left early, started

mo bro before November and

cold in South Africa, really cold.

A generation of children raised

smoking dagga, frequenting

let the tash fest begin.

exclusively in the townships

the shabines and soon fell in

mountain casting Muizenberg

with little or no knowledge of

with a local gang from which

into deep shadow, the

their ancestry. All they know are

he still carries a couple of faded

The Mototaxi Junket

temperature drops dramatically

the wire-fenced confines of the

self-styled tattoos. He stole

This quest, starting October

and the kids, shivering in their

sprawling urban townships that

and, in his own words, brought

24, involves driving a three-

threadbare wetsuits, decide

keep them. The rolling green hills

shame on his family; an all too

wheeled mototaxi (like a

it’s time to draw a close to our

of their homelands seem as far

common story of wasted youth

sofa on a moped) from Peru

first-ever session. Thanks to the

removed to them as the blinding

in the modern townships of

to Paraguay to raise money

generosity of Tich Paul, owner of

city lights do to their elders. But

South Africa. Then Thomas found

for charity. It’s the latest

Cape Town’s Lifestyle Lifestyle surf surfshop, shop,

while their grandparents still hold

football. He began to coach

hallucination from traveller-

we grab a warm shower and

memories of their rural roots,

local children and, in so doing,

cum-madman Tom Morgan,

a hot chocolate before piling

these kids have no sense of

became a role model – the

who started the company

into the bakkie and heading

cultural identity, no feeling that

perfect reason to not go back

after trying to drive from

home over the mountains

they belong, and with little in the

to his old ways.

Prague to Mongolia in a Fiat

to Masiphumalele, the small

way of opportunity crime often

township that clings to the

creeps in as an easy path to a

known as ‘Coach’, and together

for two rallies, a derby and the

weather-beaten fringes of the

better life.

we run the Ticket to Ride

Rickshaw Run, raising almost

As the sun slips behind the

These days, Thomas is

126. Now they’re responsible

Cape Atlantic coast. Pulling in

So it was for Thomas.

Foundation, a small community

£1 million a year.

through the main entrance, with

I met Thomas through my

sports crèche aimed at keeping

work as a tour guide with UK

the young children of Thomas’

cloudless horizon, the streets are

company, Ticket to Ride. Born in

street away from the temptations

Summit For life

a hive of activity as the working

the homelands of the Transkei,

that lead him astray. Our aim

Hundreds of people will

day finishes and the township

he came to Cape Town when

is to provide a little variety to a

have a new respect for ski

gears up for dark. Under the soft

he was still very young, making

life that seldom extends beyond

lifts when they reject them

luminescence of flickering street

the long move west with his

the weathered surrounds of

on December 12 and climb

lights, kids play football, women

brother, nieces and nephews

the local neighbourhood,

3,267 feet to the summit

trundle by with baskets on their

as his mother looked for work

through football, surfing and

of Aspen Mountain. The

heads, men huddle round fires

to support her young family.

soon swimming and arts and

event is organised by alpine

and smoke wafts in the still

Thomas’ father had long since

crafts projects. Our aim is

snowboarder Chris Klug who

evening air as the traffic does

disappeared by the time he

simple: to provide the children

founded an organ donation

its best to weave through the

came to Masiphumalele where

with a sense of belonging and

foundation after a life-saving

crowds unmolested. For the kids,

his family built the small wooden

somewhere they know they can

liver transplant allowed him

today marks their first experience

shack they still inhabit today.

come to enjoy themselves; themselves. A a

to score a medal-finish at the

of the surf and, judging by the

Being brought up by his mother

place to kick a ball around, or

2002 Olympics. Oh, and it

songs emanating from the cab

in a tight-nit Xhosa community,

surf a little, every now and then.

takes place at night, so watch

of the pick-up, it seems to have

and with no father figure,

Tim Conibear

out for those crevasses!

gone down well.

Thomas was raised in dishonour

and was cast out. He attended

Cape Town silhouetted across a

There’s a new generation


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Sneakerhead Nash Money puts a green spin on the custom shoe game.

Beck(y) The brainchild of New York designer Beck Hickey, Beck(y) is a collection of one-of-a-kind bags and accessories made from a combination of old, beaten-up skateboards and plush, high-end fabrics. From earrings to belts, each item is lovingly crafted by hand out of pre-loved old decks that look ready for the grave. They’re

“I’m not that crazy creative

has put his unique stamp on

of collecting, but it just got

skate bags, but not as you

when it comes to painting and

an array of classics, including

ridiculous,” he admits. “You see

know them.

drawing, I’m better at handy-

Dunks, Air Force Ones and, most

something new and you just

work and carpentry. I couldn’t

notably, a pair of boutique elk-

want it – it becomes like a fetish.

compete on that artistic level so

skin shoes from Japanese brand

For me, it all came from the

I came up with a way of doing

Visvim which he coupled with a

school playground and kids

Elephant Dung Paper

something different,” says Alex

Nike Air Max sole. “I don’t even

asking if you’ve got the latest

Fresh out of an elephant

Nash, aka Nash Money. Money.

really consider them customs,

Air Jordan, Adidas or whatever.

sanctuary in Lampang,

I consider them hybrids – an

It wasn’t about collecting back

Thailand, EDP does exactly

a name for himself in the

evolution of the sneaker that

then, it was about how you were

what it says on the tin:

sneakerhead world for some

they once were.”

seen by your mates. But when

processes elephant dung into

you grow up, you can suddenly

paper, greetings cards and

Nash has been making

time now, thanks to his fresh

In 2008, after a show Nash

take on shoe customisation. You

arranged in association with

afford to buy them. I do still get

boxes. With each pachyderm

see, instead of playing around

Trust Nobody in Barcelona, he

frustrated when I see a nice

dumping the equivalent of

with simple stuff like patterns

was invited by DC co-founder

shoe in a shop, though.”

more than a hundred sheets

and colourways, Nash gets

Damon Way to work on the

collectors drooling by taking the

Double Label Project released

materialism of sneaker

from sales going back into

whole damn thing apart, before

this Autumn. autumn. The result was

collecting, Nash’s work is

caring for the elephants, the

putting it back together with

the Cad Well – a regal, English

something even environmentally

sanctuary’s inhabitants are

recycled fabrics, soles and his

hunting-themed version of the

conscious consumers would

shitting for the good of their

trademark moccasin stitch.

DC Monterey, complete with

approve of. Today, he carries

fellow elephant-kind.

rich brown leather, gold hiking

with him a small suitcase full of

sneaker-shoe hybrid that you

boot lace loops, moccasin

blown-out skate and basketball

could wear to a club that

stitch and a brown crepe sole

shoes donated by friends, all

Green Guru Gear

didn’t allow sneakers,” says the

“to add that shoe feel”.

ready to be taken home and

This young company, based

stripped for reusable parts. “I

in Boulder, Colorado, reclaims

“I wanted to make a

northwest London native. After

The Cad Well already has

In contrast to the rampant

of paper a day, and proceeds

drunkenly ruining a beloved

dedicated sneaker websites

compose with what I have to

materials from landfills and puts

pair of moccasins, Nash

buzzing and will be sure to see

hand, as I don’t have the money

them to good use. Thanks to

decided to resurrect his only

a horde of fanatics lining up to

to get things manufactured

the outdoor enthusiasts

pair of smart shoes instead of

add them to their collections.

especially,” says Nash, who once

behind Green Guru, old tyre

just throwing them in the bin.

And though many a stereotype

used the rubber label from a

inner tubes are turned into

“I started cutting up all kinds

has been formed over women’s

basketball vest to make a pair

messenger bags, used

of sneakers and stitching them

obsessive love of shoes, the

of tongues. “I take what I need

wetsuits become laptop cases,

back together, trying to perfect

sneaker collecting subculture,

from the sneakers then send

vinyl banners are stitched

the moccasin cross-stitch,” says

represented by niche magazines

the rest for recycling – I think

into snowboard bags and

the self-taught designer.

like Sneaker Freaker, Freaker, remains

they get ground down to make

decommissioned climbing

somewhat male-dominated. It’s

basketball courts.” Ed Andrews

ropes are reborn as dog collars.

experimented with a heavy-

a compulsion Nash is familiar

duty needle and thread, Nash

with. “I went through a stage

Five years after he first

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Nash Money. Photo: Paul Willoughby.

Kurt Vile Childish Prodigy Matador As a solo artist, Kurt Vile, who day-jobs as the guitarist in indie rockers The War On Drugs, is a singer-songwriter who sounds as if he was breast-fed The Velvet Underground and Richard Hell. He’s rough, electric, fervent, from Philly but drawls like a New Yorker, and only if you ripped off all the gorgeous sonic slop that he muddies his songs with would you hear something approaching Bon Iver. It’s a deserved signing to the excellent Matador Records after a lower-key debut in 2008 – least not because you’ll hear him say “sheeeeeeit” like he’s Clay Davis in The Wire. Great record, and Kurt Vile is actually his real name. Nice. Phil Hebblethwaite listen

The Melvins


Chicken Switch Ipecac On paper, a Melvins remix album is a really annoying and unnecessary idea, but these sludge rockers inspire and, more importantly, they’ve got a load of nasty friends. The deal is that each knob twiddler (Merzbow, Kawabata from Acid Mothers, Lee Ranaldo, Boredoms’ Eye, Speedranch, etc.) was given a full Melvins LP to work with, rather than a single track, resulting in compositions that are wildly all over the place, in a good way, and often most mental and foul. PH


Hey Friend What You Doing? De Stijl Some dude from Vice magazine says on the bumph that comes with with Pens’ Pens’ debut debut that that they’re they’re the the best best new new British British band band around. around. Take Take a bow,abuddy, bow, buddy, because because although although youth youth countscounts for something, for something, it never it never excuses excuses making making Hoxton gashbunkum Hoxton music of an order as high as this. For thirty seconds, Pens are okay live, but their record is so intensely grating it has you praying that somehow, somewhere you’ll get back the half hour of your life you lost listening to it. Avoid, like dog shit. PH


The Raveonettes


In And Out Of Control Fierce Panda Weird record. Of course every Raveonettes album sounds the same, despite what they say, but that’s not the problem (they always sound great). What’s bizarre is that many songs on this fourth LP wrap seriously dark themes in pure sugar pop, just like ‘He Hit Me (It Felt Like A Kiss)’ by The Crystals did. But where that 1962 hit is unsettling and clever, a track like ‘Boys Who Rape (Should Be Destroyed)’ on here is totally misguided and completely stupid. PH

Foreign Beggars

United United Colours Colours of Beggattron Dented Now on their third album, the Beggars have strayed from straight-laced hip hop onto the path of experimentation by mixing in electronic bleeps, grime and something that sounds suspiciously like disco. Despite the eclecticism, the album still holds down a cohesive sound and the comedy skits suggest they aren’t taking themselves too seriously either. Some tracks may struggle against their formidable back catalogue, but overall it’s a brave and accomplished effort. Ed Andrews

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Mesrine: killerleInstinct Donk Mesrine: Public Enemy Number One Director: Shane Meadows Tired of bullshit British filmmaking, Director: ace director Jean-François Shane Meadows Richet issued five-day challenge: make feature film from in France’s mostacharismatic actor takes on a the country’s mostscratch notorious under a week. And just to four-hour prove howbiopic. easy itVincent is, he’s knocked out criminal in this two-part, Cassel plays Le Donk. Largely improvised andbank shot robber guerrillaand style, it stars Paddy Jacques Mesrine – lover, murderer, freedom fighter Considine a faded ex-roadie across trying to get his new rap protégé a – who leftas a trail of destruction France and Canada before slot at an Arctic Monkeys gig. Itof sounds and it kinda is, but being executed on the streets Paris inthrowaway, 1979. It’s the role of a lifetime it’sfor also warm, funny and Thedepthless gauntlet energy. has been and Cassel, who duly ripshumane. into it with Notwell quite a trulyentertainment. thrown down. Matt Bochenski modern gangster classic, but still epic



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The Fantastic Mr Fox

Director: Wes Anderson Once adored by hipsters everywhere, Wes Anderson has spent the last few years disappearing up his own perfectly tailored backside. But check it out: this adaptation of Roald Dahl’s kids book is megatron. All the stuff that made him rubbish before – the fussy design, the archness, the irony – here fits the material perfectly, which has itself been retooled into a stop-motion fantasia. MB


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Director: Louie Psihoyos Japan is a schizophrenic place. On the one hand, they live in a neon future of flashing fantasy; on the other, they still condone some seriously medieval behaviour. Like dolphin slaughtering, as exposed by this brutal documentary. Every year, the genocidal inhabitants of a Japanese fishing village set about the local dolphin population, offing thousands of Flippers – some to sell on as fake whale meat, others apparently just for fun. This ballsy doc has no time for liberal crap like ‘cultural tolerance’. It’s too busy telling it like it is: this is screwed up and needs to stop. MB

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Ghostbusters: The Video Game Xbox 360, PS3, Wii It’s been over twenty years since that ghost in a library scared the living shit out of kids the world over, and now the time has come to relive the experience all over again. Far from being just another crappy film franchise cash-in, Ghostbusters is that coveted third film that fans wanted, but in video game form. It’s written by Dan Aykroyd and Harold Ramis themselves, so what more could you want? The game plays as a third-person shooter, with the trusty proton pack being the core weapon in your arsenal, and plenty of upgrades and functions to be found as you battle all the ghouls the Five Boroughs can muster. With heaps of cinematic cut scenes and wisecracks aplenty, it’s more than worthy of the series. But there’s still The Grey Lady in the library the library to face! to face! Fuck. Ed Andrews

New Super Mario Bros. Wii Wolfenstein Wii 360, PS3, PC Xbox Nazis are What the back! hell is Not wrong physically with Princess but commercially. Daisy? And Bowser It seemsatpeople that? can’tdoes Why get enough she keep of getting history’skidnapped ultimate bad and guys, whyand does thehe gaming keep world on snatching is no exception. her? These Before are you questions can say that fetishising-a-darkshould really be period-of-human-history, answered, but let’s not get thebogged original down first-person in details. shooter Thishas New been resurrectedisonce instalment basically again, the giving old 2D youplatform anotherMario shot at but stopping with new Hitler dabbling with multiplayer elements the Occult. andThe the very occasional un-cerebral shake gameplay of the Wiimote involves shooting for special everything power-upwith moves. an extremely And somehow right-wing this dose ideology, of digital from mad scientists smack is still just to as supernatural potent. You’ll assassins. play, you’ll Withget a few hooked extra and inventive touches you’ll curllike upslowing in a corner downcrying time, Wolfenstein with frustration at least when attempts it gets too something damn hard. ‘new’ Ed A– old beat-up formula aside. Ed A

DJ Hero Xbox 360, PS3, Wii Rock fans may have been kept happy for the past few years with Guitar Hero but now fans of the decks can get in on the action. With its brand-new turntable peripheral, DJ Hero gets you cutting and scratching vinyl along to some absolutely dope mash-ups mixed exclusively for the game by the likes of DJ Shadow, Grandmaster Flash and Scratch Perverts. Fun, infectious and bringing a party straight into your living room, it’ll make you think you’ve got serious skills, even if you’re more Alan Partridge than Q-Bert. But so what? It’s totally awesome. Boom! Ed A

Halo 3: ODST Xbox 360 Who can resist a return to the universe of Spartans, Covenant and The Flood? This add-on to Halo 3 throws you right back in the action. You don’t play as Master Chief, but it doesn’t really matter when you’ve got some new weapons, new gadgets (including some very cool-looking night vision) and a new multiplayer game called Firefight that pits you and your friends against endless waves of Covenant. It may be a wee bit short but it’s Halo, and that’s all that matters. Ed A

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A sad lamentation of the demise of notoriety

It’s a mad feeling, putting your hero’s number into your cell phone. I’ve had the good fortune of experiencing this recently and the whole process has its own kind of ritual: I have this 'People I Need To Meet' list that I’m working my way through and so I choose one (for whatever book, film, story I’m working on) and then start the process of tracking them down, which can take up to six months and always involves a fair bit of leg-work via agent, manager, record label, PR, people I know who know them, and even Faceblock or Twaddle. Once some kind of contact has been made I reach out to them with an explanatory e-mail (with links to my previous work) and they in turn check me out: what I’ve done, who I’m associated with, any glimmer of confirmation that I’m not completely Radio Rental. This builds up with a few e-mails bouncing back and forth, and then finally we agree to meet. It’s only then that they send me a mobile number in case I need to get hold of them on the day or whatever. And then bang! Taking their number as validation that something is indeed gonna happen, that’s when I get excited. I buy a ticket to wherever and let them know that I’ve laid out and that our date is written in blood. But there’s just one thing that keeps nagging in the back of my mind... What the hell has happened to our heroes? It may be a cliché, but they don’t make ’em like they used to. As a guy who has spent a lifetime sniffing after artists with something revolutionary to offer, my list of heroes is ever diminishing. It’s heartbreaking to say this but there are no newcomers, no real renegades – just a bunch of media-savvy careerists playing some pseudo-rebellious game to establish themselves, before kissing corporate arse as soon as they cash the cheque from their paymasters. Okay, so there are still some artists who don’t go the obvious route. But the moment the Big B decided it was okay to accept the commercial dollar, a little piece inside of me withered and died. I want my heroes to be swashbuckling adventurers riding in and out of our lives on the edge of oblivion, not giving a shit about anything except themselves and whatever adventure they’re on. I want my heroes to be people who don’t even know about silly things like shifting units or social networking, as they’re too busy creating works of genius, dodging bullets, and avoiding their enemies and exes to care.

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The traditional media used to be completely controlled and it was only through these channels that you could get some notoriety; some heat. Nowadays, thanks to the access-all-areas wonders of the Internet, everyone and anyone can be ‘a little bit’ famous and – as wonderful as that may be for you, me, the little dude in the corner over there – I can’t help but feel that it’s taken the spotlight away from the real heroes of our time. It’s like there’s only so much vegemite to go around, and it’s been spread too thin. Entire days of our lives are spent glued to a screen watching, reading, sucking in data, but never really participating. I’m into places and things that aren’t on the Internet. Stuff you really have to schlep around to discover. Things you need to taste, hear, see and feel to appreciate. People who don’t need websites to be classed as heroes. King Adz

Hunter S. Thompson (RIP), Michel van Rijn, David Mancuso, Tony Kaye, Irvine Welsh, Federico Fellini (RIP), Charles Bukowski (RIP), Eric Hansen, DJ Cam, Shawn Stussy, Tama Janowitz, Nick Broomfield, David Sylvian, Oliver Reed (RIP), Bret Easton Ellis, Andy Warhol, R. K. Narayan (RIP), Henry ‘Junjo’ Lawes (RIP), DJ Alfredo, Lee ‘Scratch’ Perry, Keith Haring (RIP), Colin Hay, Hergé and his boy TinTin, Rian Malan, Werner Herzog, E.L. Doctorow, Maria Callas (RIP), The KLF, Adam Horowitz, Jay Adams, Hopeton ‘Scientist’ Brown, Martin Amis, The Police (the band not the rozzers), Lars von Trier, Blek le Rat.


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