12.24.2011
hobie power skiff.
15' colab by dream team Phil Edwards and Hobie Alter, retrofitted cabins by the great Ed Anderson
...the biggest small boat I ever seen.
The little radon/anderson/h&f/wilson/greenough/dory bastard child.
12.23.2011
12.22.2011
12.20.2011
My So-called Jesus
Got a couple minutes? How about a good ole Christmas story? This American Life's Christmas Spectacular never disappoints. My So-called Jesus, from lullabies for little criminals, by Heather O'neill.
12.19.2011
water-fixies
Like a hipster in a confused state of defiant self expression, they seemed pretty cool until 7 of your friends got 'em. Not sure...but spending $100.00 on an exotic hardwood, triple channel, asymmetric, swallow-tailed hand plane (with mini board bag), might not automatically make you Cunningham/that cool, minimalist, against the grain, underground wave artist you were striving for.
As Captain Birdwell put it...
"Kids, Remember when bodysurfing was chill and on the DL? Cherish those memories."
12.18.2011
arts of the sailor.
pretty cool stuff from bowsprite+scuttlefish
A Nautical Star or Compass Rose was given so that a sailor could always find her way home.
A Sparrow or a Swallow tattoo would go to a sailor for every 5,000 nautical miles they traveled–a swallow because it can always find its way home.
During WWII, a tattoo of a Pig and a Rooster was worn to prevent a sailor from drowning. When pigs and roosters were boarded on boats they were put in crates that floated and subsequently, often ended up the only survivors of wrecks. Crosses on the Soles of one’s feet warded off hungry sharks.strangers in the night...
a melange of nocturnal fruits plucked from the tar black waters of Mother Pacific on this cold and moonless night
12.17.2011
Wylie's...
Every town has its own little gem that somehow, by the grace of god has defied the laws of gentrification and stood true to the legacy of what the town was once stood for.
In the days before plastic surgery, wine bars, and Duke's, a little shop called Wylie's opened up. It provided provisions to those who fished the the many beaches in the northern reaches of Los Angeles County. Stocked with the necessities, and only the necessities, to this day, little has changed. If it's a "Malibu" T-Shirt for $19.99, a frisbee, or some tanning sauce that you're after, just keep heading on up the road. But if it's bloodworms, a sandspike, some lures, or you know, good shit like that, this is your spot.
As you duck through the low door into the dark, tiny wood shingled building barely larger than my childhood bedroom, the rush of aggravated commuters checking stocks on their iPhones fades away. Once your eyes adjust, you notice the walls, adorned with photos of appreciative customers posing with white sea bass, the occasional giant halibut, huge threshers and countless surf perch. A chest freezer hums away in the corner keeping the layers of bait ice cold, deep in its prehistoric bowels. If the wood floor inside wasn't worn smooth from years of loyal customers, you could probably get a pretty mean splinter from it, given it's the same construction as the the porch outside. It's a shack. A fucking awesome shack. The kind of shack, every ocean-lover dreams of. It's funny though, how it's come full circle. I guess in the same way a dive bar might, it lapped the term "outdated" years ago, and embodies a feel that is ironically sought out and emulated. It could easily be shallowly labeled "rustic", or even "chic" in ways the owner may never understand.
Old dinasaurs like this from a bygone era refresh the hell outta me. What do you treasure in your town? Is it one day gonna be merely a twinkle in your eye, as you ramble away to your grandkids about the good ole days? I sure hope this isn't.
12.16.2011
good on so many levels.
"They fight hard, and they live hard, and they die hard man. Any animal that is that hard to kill can do good things for your sexual potency"
so much awesomeness here.
12.15.2011
12.14.2011
12.12.2011
give 'em hell Kim!!!!
A good friend, an incredible chef, a mentor, and a fucking bad ass, Kim Alter is oh, so, very close to the opening of her new spot; Haven.
Pictured here along side her exceptionally stylish Scandanavian rain boots, are some freshly dug potatoes. David Little's potatoes to be exact. The best damn spuds I ever laid my chops on. Anyone who has talked to him will tell you, he is ever so adamant about dry farming them. His results are unrivaled... just ask Keller or Kostow; two stops on his weekly delivery route.
Pictured here along side her exceptionally stylish Scandanavian rain boots, are some freshly dug potatoes. David Little's potatoes to be exact. The best damn spuds I ever laid my chops on. Anyone who has talked to him will tell you, he is ever so adamant about dry farming them. His results are unrivaled... just ask Keller or Kostow; two stops on his weekly delivery route.
Just before my departure from the company, we ventured north to gather some for an upcoming dinner. 90 pounds deep, standing in the middle of the field, in the rain, we pondered what their future had in store for them. Jokingly, I referenced the piquant pickled potatoes I ravenously bob for in the murky vinegary depths of the jalapeños at the taqueria. "With some pork belly maybe?...salty, fatty, meaty, starchy, tangy, spicy? Mmmm." "What about pickling some, shredding them, and making pancakes with them?" She shot back without hesitation. "Like latkes?" I asked. "With pork?" I winced. A cheeky smile came over her face and I knew that was it. I was tickled that I got to witness a lil tad of her menu development. Her fearless creativity is refreshing. Her food always has a message, sometimes playful, sometimes not. It's bold, it's definitely original, and above all else, it's delicious.
She ended up pickling half of the potatoes she used in the latkes, leaving the other half plain, giving each bite an ever so slight complexity that only she would dream up. A master of conjuring up dishes that may appear simple at first glance, one should never assume this is the case. Creating a plain, rustic dish is easy, as is making one complex and over the top. But harmoniously combining the two into something approachable, unpretentious and craveable is a feat that she has mastered.
This is just a snippet of why I know she's goin places. We're watchin you Ms. Alter. Give 'em hell!!!!!!!!!
She ended up pickling half of the potatoes she used in the latkes, leaving the other half plain, giving each bite an ever so slight complexity that only she would dream up. A master of conjuring up dishes that may appear simple at first glance, one should never assume this is the case. Creating a plain, rustic dish is easy, as is making one complex and over the top. But harmoniously combining the two into something approachable, unpretentious and craveable is a feat that she has mastered.
This is just a snippet of why I know she's goin places. We're watchin you Ms. Alter. Give 'em hell!!!!!!!!!
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