Noah Lane And The Perfect Uninviting Waves Of The North Atlantic

Ireland is so noire. Here’s a reel shot earlier this year featuring Gold Coast surfer Noah Lane, the man who decided that warm sand-bottom runners weren’t his thing and traded them in for the dark, cold-water ledges of the North Atlantic. Now to leave you with a few poetic words taken from the Finisterre Vimeo page describing the piece by Andrew Kaineder:

Daylight wanes as sky becomes heavy. Isobars compress and warp; cross-sectioned onions on the nightly news. The coast awakens, transformed from the doldrums of summer. Warmth; a flickering memory, like those drawn upon for favourable conditions at half-forgotten spots. The ocean roars, resuming it’s age-old attack on the coastline in a relentless barrage of storm fronts. And so the hunt begins, chasing the nooks hidden from wind and seas. Schedule revolves around brief opportunities, better described as optimistic hunches. A goading carrot dangled, and ever so occasionally within reach.

Winter chasing shapes on the fringes of the North Atlantic. A collections of moments captured along the way. Mar.