ISSUE 70, 2013
A hallucinatory and lyrical narrative!
O Dane Reynolds! Give your big bosom to the hungry fans, your pelivc saddle to the gals who enjoy such things, keep those big thighs crouched ever so low (power!) and your web-clips dropping like diving swallows.
Sorry, did I lapse into Yeats?
It’s hard not to be spellbound when Dane Reynolds, 28, from Carpinteria, California, is swelling your gourd with emails. For in this issue we feature somewhere along 4000 words with Dane, an exchange that takes place with the photographer Morgan Maassen who also shot the photos.
Dane, I discovered in my exchanges, is honest, loyal, trustworthy and generally sensitive. Unlike most other surfers who are sloppy, dopey, mean and selfish. Dane is also reasonably good looking and congenial.
“You want to know what’s ironic?” says Dane. “I always have someone ask me for an autograph on the beach only to have them paddle-battle me in the lineup. It’s ironic to me because I’m paid to do whatever I do and people have supported me to do that but then they keep me from doing that at the same time. It’s the weirdest thing. In Mexico, I was tripping out how the entire time I was at the bottom of the pecking order.”
And his interview The Ballad of a Hip Surf God feature begins on page 24, just after Kolohe Andino swings his three fins in our face and answers all those things you’d been meaning to ask like how long he surfs for and how many waves he catches in his average session, the legacy he wants to leave, what’s hard for him, what one heat still haunts him – Fiji! – as well as the stupidest thing he did as a kook.
Oh, and let’s ask Kolohe if he’s a board puncher! “That’s a stupid question! It’s like asking what’s two plus two is,” says Kolohe, who may be the only non-Dane related interview in this magazine.
Because once you’ve traversed Kolohe, Reynolds, and a 16-page photo spread, you’ll land in the dazzling streets of Tokyo! Right there, at Ron Herman’s boutique of cool, where we’ll premiere Craig and Dane’s movie Slow Dance. T Grady Archbold, an American who is so radically chic that he only shoots film, captured the 10-day trip Dane and Craig made to Japan for the premiere and the ensuring tour of the film.
Craig says, “Grady’s one of those great minimalist photographers. We barely saw him lift his camera the whole trip. Dane asked him, are you going to take any photos? Grady doesn’t want to impress people.”
Ah, but the crazy little meatball impresses the hell out of us. You’l like!
There are no photos of a sexual nature in the front part of the magazine (surf fever! Catch it!) but once you spin the magazine onto its back, you’ll obviously find enough libidinous shots to moisten your hare-lip.
This is a frivolous magazine, mostly. It ain’t leaden. It ain’t intense. It’s a forever summer in a world that may not always seem friendly. Come inside and take refuge.
(This mag and back issues are totally digitised. Buy ‘em here!)