A captivating mixture of Business and Pleasure, Skateboarding and the Olympics and the birth of Poetic Collective.
Super Bocks. Toll Roads. Trains. Vans. Pintxos, Hysterical Laughter. Hangovers bad enough to make grown men cry. 15 man surf checks. 15 man bar crawls. Dinners. Breakfasts. 3 hour lunches. Suspicous bottles of water. “Where’s my wetsuit” .The eternal fin key hunt. Red Wine. White Wine
A damage report from a less than conventional easter weekend, from Hossegor to San Sebastian via the moon.
A grip is born and we are blessed with the golden combination of BG and Death!
It was here that the first introduction to the famous Super Bock, henceforth known as Bock was made and from this point there was no turning back..
A conversation with Mr Fairfax on an overcast day in Berlin reveals Benny has a little more then you’d think up his sleeve.
He hails from the windswept but immensely punt-able island of Guadeloupe in the French Caribbean. No stickers, studies full time at inland Bordeaux, plays synth at dingy sold out cellar gigs, the most infectious of smiles and once fed mushrooms to a staff member here…
“But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.” – Ernest Hemmingway
You know – fish, chips, cup o’ tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins, London.
Barcelona is a port in a storm we would highly recommend visiting.
Straight outta Bristol and onto the airwaves for your audio pleasure….
Fresh back from shooting for us in Morocco, after flying straight there from in his words “the worst Indo trip ever” which started in India, which is how we landed these photos on our desk…..
“Mad with the madness of Absinthe, the wildest, most luxurious madness in the world!”
A photographic voyage into the inland deserts of the Canary Islands.
We spent 48 hours, a limited time frame to say the least, rolling around Bordeaux with Fries.
We maxed out every credit card offered to us and made student overdrafts look laughable. We’ve been applauded and laughed at. Told that surf is dead in Europe, that Skate print is dead too and that the entire industry is fucked. And fuck it we’d agree to all of that to a certain extent.