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Watch Now: Ian Crane's "Beach Head"
A self-produced surf film also starring Kolohe Andino, Griff and Cosby Colapinto, Luke Davis and more!
Ian Crane is a Stab favorite. His surfing is peaking. His relevance, ever-growing. And in this little niche, there are a few gentlemen which surfing is better for having around; the golden retriever of San Clemente is one of them.
Ian’s just released his full-length film, Beach Head, and it’s very good. You should watch it above. Over the weekend, he threw two Halloween parties. The first, a classic surf premiere at the Catalyst shop in San Clemente. They had bands and pinatas. Kids came and won free wetsuits. It carried into the night and eventually, the police came and broke it up.
The following night, at Shit Art Club downtown in Los Angeles, he threw a second premiere/party. Gabe Garcia aka Beav spun the disco decks. Andy Dick showed up, and according to Ian was “trying to fuck everyone.”
“The clips are from this last year,” Crane tells Stab on Beach Head. “After Christmas, I went on a little road trip with Kolohe, Griffin and Jacob Vanderwork, so there are some clips from that. The rest are from a couple trips to Indo. I was surfing a bunch and had all these clips on this hard drive and then lost them all.
“So then I got them all recovered, and once they were recovered, I was like, fuck, let’s just make something cool. That was a couple months ago. Then the thing fucking crashed, it sucked. Then I had to pay to get them recovered.
“It’s a buddy edit. Usually, I feel like my friends are making stuff and I’m in them. I’m stoked to have my own thing out. But I had to put all my friends in it too. If I put out a video of just me I’d be embarrassed…like, “Yo come watch me rip!” he laughs.
The film itself is a mostly San Clemente affair starring the Colapinto Bros, Kolohe Andino, Luke Davis and Ian. It was shot by Timmy Toes, Jacob Vanderwork, Alessio Saraifoger, and Scotty Hammonds. And, edited by San Pedro wildcard, Nick Green.
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