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Showing posts with label Surf Culture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Surf Culture. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
The Art of Surf Photography: John Severson
Big Surf Event"In this crowded world, the surfer can still seek and find the perfect day, the perfect wave, and be alone with the surf and his thoughts...."
- John Severson
I received my first subscription to Surfer Magazine when I was 18 years old. It was an event when it arrived in my mail and I'd turn to those gorgeous full page spreads of colorful reefbreaks in far off distant lands. My college dormmates and I would argue over who had the sickest shreds and the gnarliest wipeouts; checking out the boards and racks as if we were speaking of girlfriends. In a way we were because we loved surfing.
Severson's vision created that publication and his legacy lives on through millions of people that wait patiently, each month, by their mailboxes.
PHOTOGRAPHY
The Curl. 1962.
Sunset Beach Drop. 1961.
Standing Island Pullout. 1959.
Rincon Cruise. 1960.
Mickey Munoz "The Quasimodo". 1959.
Kemp Aaberg at Rincon. 1959.
Hang Ten. 1959.
Hammond's Reef. 1964.
Greg Noll. Pipeline. 1964. "Da Bull".
Banzai Beach. 1959.
SURF ART
Wild Angels.
Ranchlands.
Soup Arch.
Golden Age. His bestselling book, Surf Fever, is out of print. A few copies may still be available for sale on his website.
Here's a short preview of his legendary surf movie, Pacific Vibrations:
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
You're Always Sure With DeJur!
UPDATE (7/22/2010): I went back this afternoon and the shit was gone. Oh well, at least we learned a little something. Now back to our lives...
A couple of months ago I inherited a whole mess of records from a client. They have been sitting on the floor of my living room collecting dust and taking up negative space. So after sorting, listening, and removing all of the junky ones (the 1970 M.A.S.H. film soundtrack was unbearable), I finally took them down to a local thrift store this afternoon for donation.
Now, it is a well known fact that I am a sucker for the more unusual finds at flea markets and thrift stores, but let me start by saying that today's discovery has me completely baffled:
What you're looking at is a DeJur-Amsco Corp (made in New York) Custom 8mm movie projector. Spotting a $15 price tag and a retractable chord in fantastic shape I deliberated in my head for a solid ten minutes on whether or not I should buy this thing. I eventually walked away because I just HAD to do research on it first (what can I say, I'm a history nerd).
Unfortunately there isn't a lot of info available out on the internets, and what I have found has been contradictory. I've narrowed down the manufacturing date of this model to sometime in the 1960s, and it is either a 750 as seen in the ad above, or is a 1000 as pictured here. It is missing the carrying case, among other things, and to be frank I have absolutely no idea if it even works.
What I have discovered is that in prime working condition these things sell for $195 on eBay; which is around the original retail price. Calculating inflation from that time period to today (1957-2007 = 639.56%), that original 1960s price tag would be equivalent to $1200 today. So what we're saying here is that this projector wasn't cheap. It also means I should give this whole issue a rest.
I feel like I need it in my life, but I'm NOT always sure with DeJur!
I just happened to come across this surfing film on YouTube shot on an 8mm video cam - Galveston, Texas in the early 70s. Pretty cool:
A couple of months ago I inherited a whole mess of records from a client. They have been sitting on the floor of my living room collecting dust and taking up negative space. So after sorting, listening, and removing all of the junky ones (the 1970 M.A.S.H. film soundtrack was unbearable), I finally took them down to a local thrift store this afternoon for donation.
Now, it is a well known fact that I am a sucker for the more unusual finds at flea markets and thrift stores, but let me start by saying that today's discovery has me completely baffled:
What you're looking at is a DeJur-Amsco Corp (made in New York) Custom 8mm movie projector. Spotting a $15 price tag and a retractable chord in fantastic shape I deliberated in my head for a solid ten minutes on whether or not I should buy this thing. I eventually walked away because I just HAD to do research on it first (what can I say, I'm a history nerd).
Unfortunately there isn't a lot of info available out on the internets, and what I have found has been contradictory. I've narrowed down the manufacturing date of this model to sometime in the 1960s, and it is either a 750 as seen in the ad above, or is a 1000 as pictured here. It is missing the carrying case, among other things, and to be frank I have absolutely no idea if it even works.
What I have discovered is that in prime working condition these things sell for $195 on eBay; which is around the original retail price. Calculating inflation from that time period to today (1957-2007 = 639.56%), that original 1960s price tag would be equivalent to $1200 today. So what we're saying here is that this projector wasn't cheap. It also means I should give this whole issue a rest.
I feel like I need it in my life, but I'm NOT always sure with DeJur!
I just happened to come across this surfing film on YouTube shot on an 8mm video cam - Galveston, Texas in the early 70s. Pretty cool:
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
The Art of Skate Photography: Hugh Holland
Jesus Saves, Marina Del Rey, 1977.This post is Part 2 in a series about surf and skate culture. Click here for Part 1.
Have I ever told the story about my epic wipeout while hauling ass downhill on a yellow banana board? No need for gory details, but it's the main reason why I never became a skater. But, if you were to ask me what photos embody California youth culture in the 1970s I would point you to the work of Hugh Holland.
I'll let his mini bio do the talking:
One afternoon in 1975, a young photographer named Hugh Holland drove up Laurel Canyon Boulevard in Los Angeles and encountered skateboarders carving up the drainage ditches along the side of the canyon. Immediately transfixed by their grace and athleticism, he knew he had found an amazing subject. Although not a skateboarder himself, for the next three years Holland never tired of documenting skateboarders surfing the streets of Los Angeles, parts of the San Fernando Valley, Venice Beach, and as far away as San Francisco and Baja California, Mexico. During the mid-1970s, Southern California was experiencing a serious drought, leaving an abundance of empty swimming pools available for trespassing skateboarders to practice their tricks. From these suburban backyard haunts to the asphalt streets that connected them, this was the place that created the legendary Dogtown and Z-Boys skateboarders. Indigenous to Southern California, these rebellious, daring, and highly skilled kids were at the forefront of this burgeoning sub-culture. Get the book here.
Warning: the following images make evoke a serious desire to break into your community pool and shred. I do not condone this behaviour. Unless, of course, said pool is empty.
Have I ever told the story about my epic wipeout while hauling ass downhill on a yellow banana board? No need for gory details, but it's the main reason why I never became a skater. But, if you were to ask me what photos embody California youth culture in the 1970s I would point you to the work of Hugh Holland.
I'll let his mini bio do the talking:
One afternoon in 1975, a young photographer named Hugh Holland drove up Laurel Canyon Boulevard in Los Angeles and encountered skateboarders carving up the drainage ditches along the side of the canyon. Immediately transfixed by their grace and athleticism, he knew he had found an amazing subject. Although not a skateboarder himself, for the next three years Holland never tired of documenting skateboarders surfing the streets of Los Angeles, parts of the San Fernando Valley, Venice Beach, and as far away as San Francisco and Baja California, Mexico. During the mid-1970s, Southern California was experiencing a serious drought, leaving an abundance of empty swimming pools available for trespassing skateboarders to practice their tricks. From these suburban backyard haunts to the asphalt streets that connected them, this was the place that created the legendary Dogtown and Z-Boys skateboarders. Indigenous to Southern California, these rebellious, daring, and highly skilled kids were at the forefront of this burgeoning sub-culture. Get the book here.
Warning: the following images make evoke a serious desire to break into your community pool and shred. I do not condone this behaviour. Unless, of course, said pool is empty.
Stacy Peralta in the Valley, 1977.
Skater School, Orange County.
Skate Shooter, Kenter Canyon Elementary, Brentwood, 1976.
Sidewalk Surfer, The Promenade, Huntington Beach, 1975.
Reach Out, 1976.
Number 79, Long Beach, 1975.
Laid Out at Kenter, 1976.
One Hangs Ten (Jeff Jones), Kenter Canyon, 1976.
In Your Face (Jay Adams), Kenter Canyon Elementary, 1976.
Hollywood Local, Hollywood Hills, 1976.
Arthur's Attitude (Arthur Lake), Kenter Canyon Elementary, 1976.
Jeff's Return.
Stacy Peralta Ripping at Coldwater Canyon Pool, 1977.
Skatepark Construction, Montebello, 1977.
Hangin in Balboa, 1975.
Riding to Ride, Highway 80, 1977.
Gold Skater, San Diego, 1975.
Asphalt Angel, Kenter Canyon Elementary, 1976.
Last Light at Kenter Elementary, 1976.
La Bufadora (Todd Foot), Ensenada, 1976.
Jeff Jones Stands on Coping, 1976.
Canyon Sunset Ride, Hollywood Hills, 1976.
Solo, Kenter Canyon Elementary, 1976.
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