Mr. Rodgers

Our friend Mick Rodgers surfing his signature stick, the Mr.Rodgers Model, near Encinitas, CA.

Eddie Bauer's 1936 Model Skyliner Jacket

It had hung in the closet my entire life. A baby-shit-brown puffy coat from the late eighties. My old man's. Something he had worn in the winter, when snow settled across Seattle, or when we'd drive east into the mountains to find some fun. I thought nothing of it initially. A warm coat. When I was in high school, however, I started to steal it. It was a bit big and smelled a little musty from all the years it had spent in our apartment. But it was warm as fuck and made me feel like a man. Like my old man. Years passed and I moved on to other apparel, other outerwear.

But it was always there, hanging in his hallway closet, waiting to be worn when the weather was the worst. Fast forward a few more years and my friend Shawn, who was working for Eddie Bauer at the time, asked if I was interested in any of their outdoor gear. I browsed around a bit, sorting through their extensive inventory, but found only a few things I was interested in, namely this remake of their 1936 Skyliner Jacket, the same coat my father had purchased prior to my arrival on earth.

Featuring their signature diamond quilting, which holds the down insulation in place, Eddie Bauer's 1936 Skyliner Jacket features a rugged cotton/nylon shell, StormRepel durable water-repellent (DWR) finish, 550-fill Premium Goose Down insulation and the same fit and finish as the coat my father owns. Available in both Saddle Brown and Black, the jacket retails for $199 and is an excellent alternative to all those ultra-premium, "I climb Everest," lightweight, bright-colored puffy coats everyone wears.

Worm

A (very) short bit of film featuring our friend, Erin 'Worm' Ashley. Brought to you by Hayley Gordon.

Who Is Tyler Hatzikian

A look at the life and times of Tyler Hatzikian. Brought to you by Matix Clothing.

The Tale of Ten Thousand Tacos

You fuel the machine. Add the appropriate ingredients. A Breakfast burrito. An Iced Americano. Maybe a Morning Glory muffin, or some kind of soup or salad. But sometimes the machine requires things it ought not to. Rye whiskey. Pizza with jalapeño peppers. Ice cream in the afternoon. Overindulgence. You get the idea. You do it too. So stop looking at me like that! Yes, this is my second slice. Go fuck yourself! All of those inappropriate ingredients, however, have an ill effect on how well the machine works. How well the machine surfs. Etc. Living on beer and pizza for a few weeks will leave you feeling like fuck. Your heart heavy, stomach stretched. Dehydrated and discombobulated. A different type of tired. You'll sleep later than you should. You'll skip the sunrise session. You'll search for excuses. Because living on the road isn't for everyone. It requires a rather unhealthy amount of alcohol and ice cream sandwiches... No, that's not true. That's just what happens when two dudes decide to spend six weeks driving up and down the California coast searching for surf. Two dudes who have a similarly small amount of self control. Who say 'yes' when they should really say 'no.' But what fun comes from avoiding everything that seems inappropriate? What experiences are you obviating when you go to bed before midnight, when you eat just two tacos instead of eight, when you turn the music down and order plain pizza?! Live a little. Just don't die. Yet.

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Noosa Festival Fourteen

Fantastic bit of film from our friends at Foam Symmetry highlighting the 2014 Noosa Festival.

Forty Four

Corey Colapinto surfing the new model 44, built by Christian Wach at Canvas Surfboards.

El Co.

I have a rather unhealthy obsession with late-seventies and early-eighties El Caminos. Piles of shit as far as most people are concerned. Almost always underpowered (and ugly?), this iteration of Chevrolet's truck-car-combo featured an abundance of silly chrome strips, cheap plastic pieces and uncomfortable cloth interiors. And yet, I love them. There's this fantasy that plays in my mind at night, when I can't sleep and craigslist is all to accessible... I'm driving downtown, the dark city streets lit by lanterns and the ambient glow of all-night eateries. In the bed of my all-black 1979 El Camino is some type of two-stroke dirt bike, just begging to be kicked over, to make everyone mad. Smokey burnouts and wild fuck-off wheelies in the midst of the Great American Gold Rush. Internet nerds peering over the top of their MacBook Pros from the controlled quiet of their coffee shops, feeling both envious and unsettled at the same time. "Who is this crazy bastard, clearly disobeying the laws of our subdued city?!" A fantasy, yes, but one within reach. I've already got a cookie jar full of coins, ready to pay the impending infractions.

The Witching Hour

Steven McLean surfing toward sunset. Brought to you by Longboard Retro Days.

From the Phone - Vol.5

I've gone back and forth about cameras and overpriced image capturing equipment. Stumbling around with tripods, filters, lenses, et al. I love the color and clarity they can capture, the consistency and the confusion. And yet I find myself, like a lot of people I presume, not carrying a camera, but instead relying on a device that is my all-in-one, work from the road, Skype your friend Steve in Albania, email your mom in Arizona, take silly pictures and, on occasion, talk with words not letters. That said, during my six week long #peelgrimage to Southern California, I shot an odd assortment of images, some of which you may have already seen on Instagram, others I've kept quiet. Follow the link and take a look.

The Robert Harold

Beau Young riding the 'Robert Harold,' a log inspired by boards his father rode in the mid-sixties.

Surfer Saltado

Here's the fourth episode of Justin Quintal's four part Peru series. Filmed and edited by Drew Miller.

Music & Me

What I've been listening to lately...