Innholdsfortegnelse for December 2017 i Surfing World Magazine

Surfing’s new breed has arrived. Kids with energy and enthusiasm who are up for everything and ready to go. They’re punching out, but only at negativity and fear and hate and judgment. They were the first kids to grow up in the era of online bullying. They navigated the most difficult time of their lives in the full view. With the coming of age they had their passions hammered by the faceless kooks on their anonymous keyboards. Well, now they’re young adults and they’re done with all of that. They don’t care anymore. They’ve copped it for so long that it’s all become meaningless. And get this… they’re absolutely stoked. They love surfing, they love their friends, they love trying new shit and making stuff. They love to dress how…

EVENT The Billabong Pipe Masters Here’s the deal, the World Title is going to Pipeline, and in the race will be a surfer that by the time his career is over will be known as the greatest surfer to have ever surfed the greatest wave of all time, possibly the most talented surfer of all time, the current World Champion; it’s Mr. John John Florence. And get this, John John has still never won a Pipe Masters trophy. You hear that!? The future Hall of Fame legend that is John John Florence will need to master the wave that he knows better than anyone in the field to become World Champion! Rarely are we treated to a storyline as tantalising as this one going into the greatest event surfing has…

Once upon a time surfing was rife with mystery. What’s around the next point? Will the swell turn up next week? Could all human hair be made to grow like Terry Fitz’s under the right conditions? Technology, intended to liberate us, has done nothing but snuff out the enigmas. Here, on screen is what’s round the corner you gormless thumb-swiping mouth-breather. Stop pretending you paddled there on your olo. Yet riddles persist. Some of them are the tiny things, hiding in the everyday. How does the sea-breeze know you left work early? And consider the nostril: periscope or treasure cave? How extensive are the back alleys of the human face, that a nose can continue to gush litres of seawater hours after the hold-down that put it there? Has anyone…

You may remember Jack Irvine from previous issues of SW . He’s the 26-year-old artist dude from Cronulla who (along with his Aussie/Egyptian buddy Aaron Girgis) helped kick start the Space 44 Gallery as well as develop and design their own music festival for the youth of the area ( Sounds of the Suburbs ). You also may have seen his work on Skegss posters, tees and socks from Freo to Maroochydore or, if you’re really lucky, you might even have caught his travelling art show touring the country in the back of a hire truck. And when he’s not arting? Well he likes to unwind by pulling into triple overhead slabs on one of Cronulla’s infamous rock ledges. Yep, Jack Irvine is an artist…

 1988 World Champion Barton Lynch has a vivacious energy and grom-like enthusiasm for life and surfing. Twelve years ago he decided to channel that energy into his own remarkable project. Something that was, and remains to this day, a one-of-a-kind festival of groms that emanated his stoke. It’s the Hurley BL’s Blast Off presented by Beecraft and in 2017 it was the biggest and best it’s ever been, and that’s not even over-hype. The swell was perfect two to three foot for the week, perfect for the hundreds of groms to go nuts. When BL started the event, the initial concept was to enhance kids surfing and promote the froth. It wasn’t about numbers and rankings, it was about development, coaching and community – three pillars that BL prides himself…

 Craig & Dane are sleeping on the floor of a log cabin just below the vertiginous ridgeline of what is often lazily described as Australia’s most beautiful valley. Fog lifts from the valley floor up through great gums. Dawn beams through branches painting thick air with sunlit bursts. It’s a transcendent scene and one that would stir the dead to life. Boards are arranged, wetsuits hanging over veranda railing are checked for spiders and damp. It’s a chill morning, wintry in fact even though it is supposed to be spring. The lads want to surf spots that are out of the way with no scene. They both prefer the quiet approach with zero fanfare which is pleasantly how the days progress. And so it was,…

Long time readers of Surfing World know all too well how much we love Toby Cregan. His journey from spawn of Australian surf royalty (his old man Brian is one of Australia’s all time great surfers as well as founder of Ocean & Earth), into a lauded surf film career (that includes much loved hits like Nix Nic Nooley , Real Axe , Ferrari Boys , Scorched and the hard as nails Rage edits) and right through into his latest incarnation as as one third of kick-ass pop punk rock and rollers Skegss, it’s clear that Tobes is a man who takes every opportunity that comes with his with…

I met TB two years ago in West Oz through Jay Davies. I had no idea what they’d make of some Sunny Coast kid with a head like a toadstool, but we got on like a house on fire. We had a few sessions, a coupla beers and before I knew it one of my surfing heroes was me new best mate! It’s funny, I honestly reckon Taj is the most frothed up he’s ever been to go surfing because retirement has fully opened up his time. His schedule is way more relaxed and he’s that charged up to chase waves. I guess after doing the tour for 20 odd years it must be pretty epic for him to run his own show. He’s been hanging ‘round my neck of…

SW : What kind of child were you? JF: Sean, if you asked my mother that question she’d tell you I was a precociously intelligent, cherubic gift that the midwives said had been touched by God and was loved by all. Take from that what you will. I do remember learning Latin at the age of seven, the result of briefly attending an expensive private school in London. Whenever I recall that school now anecdotally, I refer to it as Eton, except of course it wasn’t Eton, it was Eton’s bastard third cousin. And a fat lot of good it did me. When I was born my dad had piles of money, but through the ‘70s he lost it all and that’s why we ended up moving to Australia…