You can see Sweatypants and the rest of the GUNS IN THE SUN crew along with Classixx and a Holy Ghost (dj set) next friday. They’re fast gaining a reputation for some of the funnest parties on the westside – filled with rockin’ jams and frothy myrts.
Deus Ex Machina, like many things these days, has been killing it from down under. This is a special custom they did for a gentleman in Brooklyn entitled the Sacred Cow. What I really like about Deus is they work with a lot of smaller classic Japanese bikes.
“KAWASAKI W650 – PARALLEL TWIN, RIGID REAR KIT, 720 CC HOP UP, 21″ FRONT W/T120 BRAKE, INTERNAL THROTTLE, CUSTOM BENT TANK, CLOTH WRAPPED WIRING, TWIN PEA SHOOTER PIPES”
The details are perfect – check out how seamlessly the tachometer and indicator lights have been integrated into the headlight housing.
“Rollin High” Dice Game by Mike Giant, $10 with this bitchin poster (below) – got the email at 4:21 pm sold out by 7 @ rebel8.com, shouldn’t have slept on this one.
D.R., Dusty, Jordy, Dion, Mitch, & Yadin X Electrohell/Indie Soundtrack + Poor Specimen/Kai Neville = Modern Collective – the most hyped surf vid since Focus
Over the last year we’ve seen clips, pics, and tracks on the blog and preliminary reports point to the vid exceeding expectations and “defining progressive surfing today”
“The wild, brief life of a surfing legend and international playboy
“The tale of Bunker Spreckels (1949–1977) reads like a pitch for a movie to rival Boogie Nights: the stepson of Clark Gable is a privileged Los Angeles party boy who is heir to a multimillion dollar fortune; passionate about surfing, martial arts, guns, and women, he lives the life of a debauched international jet-setter before succumbing to his excesses at the tender age of 27.
“Born Adolph B. Spreckels III, heir to the Spreckels sugar fortune, Bunker became a famous surfer as a teenager, but after his inheritance came along, he began to slip into a life of pomp and excess where surfing took a back seat to drugs, sex, and wild road trips. So remarkable was his lifestyle that he created an alter-ego who invited photographers and documentarists to trail him, piecing together a tell-all epic of his own rise to fame and fortune. Before the project, known as “The Player”, could be completed, Spreckels suddenly died of “natural causes.””
From master surf photographer Art Brewer and writer/photojournalist C.R. Stecyk III.
I think a shack in this location would be amazing, so this modern marvel on an island, in Paraty, Brazil pretty much defines paradise. You can only access it by boat/dying and going to heaven.