Showing posts with label coolite. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coolite. Show all posts

Monday, February 15, 2010

How we make stoke

Big thanks to the crew over at IN THE HILLS for the following quote:
“Mulling it over, I couldn’t articulate it fully but definitely, 
I knew I had become lazy, really lazy. 
A spectacular sloth by the standards of shooting film. 
Film is hard. 
Film is a stone cold unforgiving killing bastard. 
Film is once in a lifetime, no excuses. 
F8 and really, really be there: 
ready, steady, in focus, correct exposure, 
and pressing the shutter in synch with life.”
Photo: Hughie
Add to the quote above, the following for summertime surf shooting elements - salt air, sand and extreme heat. All natural enemies of film. Oh and hard light, blue bottles and skin cancer. Which makes this image even more special. Nana Brine and GfG ripping on their coolites at Kirra about 1963.
How stoke is created.  Start the journey as a toddler in the brine with your folks on a little hunk of foam. Get the feel for currents and moving across the wave. Graduate to "borrowing" your older brothers' boards when they are out chasing girls. Save up your pocket money and buy a second hand dinged up tanker that you can call your own. Then you purchase your first new board and the stoke of putting on that first layer of wax. 
And so it continues - custom boards, surfaris, close encounters with fear - until eventually you're too old to carry your own board and you return to bodysurfing again. Back where it all began. Still in the brine. Still stoked.

Friday, July 31, 2009

Black and White and Blurred

Boiling Pot - Noosa  Autumn 1981

An enduring affair with the brine. Started last century. Camping at Kirra in the middle of summer before the groyne. Bodysurfing and then a pre-rashie coolite "foamie". 
Then a single fin. 

No leashes in those days.We drilled holes in our fins 
and attached a nylon rope and 
a cotton handkerchief tied at the ankle. 
Home made skateboards and bikes in between surfs. 

Stingers, Twin fins, Channel bottom thrusters. 

Camping with mates up near the wreck of the Cherry Venture north of Noosa. Hitchhiking south of Tibrogargan, over the border. Past Byron. Past Lennox. Live bands. 
University. Student demo's. Film. A homemade darkroom. 
California. Hawaii. New Zealand. Paying tax. Paying dues. 
Love. 

Living at the beach. 
Cyclonic Noosa. Epic Cartwright. Glassy Wurtulla. 
Pictures in Tracks, Line Up, Unicorn, Inside Sport.
Medium format cameras. Art college at night. 
Commuting to work. Auto break downs. 
Mortgage. 

A new century. Grief and loss. 
Music. Holga & 120 infra red film. 
Driving the Mac.
Digital darkroom in the kitchen, on the back deck - 
wherever the laptop fires up. 
Renovating.Lino-printing. 
Sliding. Smiling.

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If you come to Noosa, don't expect waves like this. 
Don't expect waves. 
Expect crowds. Expect traffic jams. 

If you find a wave, show respect. 

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