Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
big stone
had a visit from jake the past few days. time was spent alternating between skating and beer, it was tight. beeegdav shot these photos at a little spot behind our house.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
the American dream
yesterday i returned from a month spent driving up and down the west coast of america between Oregon and Baja Mexico. i rode my bodyboard, rode my skateboard, shot a fuckload of super8 and for sure ate my fair share of Mexican food. this collection of time frozen was shot and edited with my phone.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
t-r
id be lying if i said i wasn't an avid supporter of the-roast since day one, this being said i knew my time would come. no ones safe (besides dallas) and nor should they be. here is my roast.
The Novelty of Thomas Robinson
It has occured to me this evening that I am yet to remark on the very remarkable artwork that is Thomas Robinson's bodyboarding identity. I was initially exposed to Thomas' rebellious individuality several years ago in the first ever Riptide DVD. He made a highly unmemorable cameo appearance as an unsung shredder, getting his ballbag served to him a la carte on a platter in the Wiamea closeout.
I imagine there is little I can say to demoralize a man whose nickname stemmed from his resemblance to the unsavory appearance of a decomposing human carcass. However in retrospect, these were the uninspired days of Thomas' most conventional image to date. Bum-fluff, everywhere. Seeing the error in his ways, he nurtured a lustrous sweep of cinnamon brown locks flowing down well beyond his shoulders, ridiculed for its similarity to the untamed growth of a Wookie.
Fortunately for Thomas, his vocal spectrum extended further the groaning sounds of a camel fucking a walrus. The visionary hairstyle was an unintentional marketing masterstroke. Perhaps out of jealousy, the hawaiian deity Mike Stewart took the talented young woman under his wing, and so blossomed what Thom described as a "personal relationship" which he "never really thought would come this far".
Their inconspicuous separation in the months ahead slipped by without official clarification, and the question still remains to this day whether it was attributed to creative differences or frequently disappointing performances in the bedroom.
His current board sponsor, Foreplay, believes "Thomas is arguably the most popular bodyboarder in Australia right now. Whether its pushing the boundaries of style and power in the juice, or breaking the mould for an outing on the town."
I take two things away from this audacious statement. One, is an explanation for the sudden innundation of groms parading savagely dyed bowl cuts in my local area. The other is a disoriented mindset, as to what actually determines the popularity of today's professional bodyboarders. Choice of sponsor? Du jour haircuts? Uncompromising sex appeal? Is one's style on land now weighted with equal significance to his finesse in the sea?
The Roast applauds, but does not endorse, the mercurial grooming habits of Thomas Robinson.
novelty reverse also courtesy of the-roast.
The Novelty of Thomas Robinson
It has occured to me this evening that I am yet to remark on the very remarkable artwork that is Thomas Robinson's bodyboarding identity. I was initially exposed to Thomas' rebellious individuality several years ago in the first ever Riptide DVD. He made a highly unmemorable cameo appearance as an unsung shredder, getting his ballbag served to him a la carte on a platter in the Wiamea closeout.
I imagine there is little I can say to demoralize a man whose nickname stemmed from his resemblance to the unsavory appearance of a decomposing human carcass. However in retrospect, these were the uninspired days of Thomas' most conventional image to date. Bum-fluff, everywhere. Seeing the error in his ways, he nurtured a lustrous sweep of cinnamon brown locks flowing down well beyond his shoulders, ridiculed for its similarity to the untamed growth of a Wookie.
Fortunately for Thomas, his vocal spectrum extended further the groaning sounds of a camel fucking a walrus. The visionary hairstyle was an unintentional marketing masterstroke. Perhaps out of jealousy, the hawaiian deity Mike Stewart took the talented young woman under his wing, and so blossomed what Thom described as a "personal relationship" which he "never really thought would come this far".
Their inconspicuous separation in the months ahead slipped by without official clarification, and the question still remains to this day whether it was attributed to creative differences or frequently disappointing performances in the bedroom.
His current board sponsor, Foreplay, believes "Thomas is arguably the most popular bodyboarder in Australia right now. Whether its pushing the boundaries of style and power in the juice, or breaking the mould for an outing on the town."
I take two things away from this audacious statement. One, is an explanation for the sudden innundation of groms parading savagely dyed bowl cuts in my local area. The other is a disoriented mindset, as to what actually determines the popularity of today's professional bodyboarders. Choice of sponsor? Du jour haircuts? Uncompromising sex appeal? Is one's style on land now weighted with equal significance to his finesse in the sea?
The Roast applauds, but does not endorse, the mercurial grooming habits of Thomas Robinson.
novelty reverse also courtesy of the-roast.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
