As I seem to be set on repeat at the moment, week in/ week out, I can't help but thank Larry Stevenson for enhancing our lives and assisting in our quest to return to our primitive spirit, as we push through the daily grind of this disconnected existence.
Long live the back panel.
Hit the frothing lip, lock into a smith, bust the fins free, coping dust floating out of the bowl. Small and temporary reconnections with who we are and how we should live.
Long live the kick tail.
Long live the surf/ skate symbiosis.
