What Youth Issue 1 On sale in June
What Youth Quarterly: Our book of photography, freesurfing, culture and fun. Real paper and ink like the pilgrims had. First issue on sale in June at whatyouth.com and in select shops around the US. Sign up for our Letters From What Youth to be notified once this fine hunk of tree bark becomes yours for…
John John Florence for What Youth Issue 1 A frank conversation with unusual photos
The first issue of What Youth Quarterly is on sale now in the What Youth Shop
Documentary: Dion Agius Part 2
Dion moved from Tasmania to the Gold Coast for high school, and everything changed.
Chippa Wilson on the stoop Collected Thoughts 008
Here’s Chippa outside the rental he shared with Mitch and Craig on their trip into the Australian desert, where their minds drifted into a pleasant psychosis commonly called “desert fever” and they began to see things. Like tubes. Tubes and ramps. Chippa recalls the experience: I didn’t even check if there were good waves there,…
New Typewriters Dane and Dillon in San Francisco
Dane and Dillon are both contributing writers in the first issue of What Youth Quarterly, and in the fine tradition of writers past they made for San Francisco, and caught a wave. What Youth Quarterly, Issue One is off to the printers. It’ll be available for online purchase here at whatyouth.com this month. Sign up…
From the Dear Suburbia Official Studio Shoot, 2012 Collected Thoughts 007
Why is this girl from Copenhagen vacuuming sand off a lobster in high-wasted denim? Well, why comb your hair? Why lie to seem friendly? Why sleep at nighttime? Why wear purple trousers, or why not? Why is your best friend a screen? Why spend time water-sliding on a plastic toy plank? One thing makes as…
Roof Walls Craig At home with Craig Anderson
One whole week at Craig’s house in Newcastle with no waves to speak of. Instead, a vignette of domestic moments.
Sugarloaf Diaries Collected Thoughts 006
Poetry is dead. The web clip killed surfing. What’s a blowtail? The barrel is back. Big-budget soundtracks. Bill fucking Murray. It’s a spiced rum. The mountains are purple and the red wine is uncorked. Kai’s nearly finished the rough edit of Dear Suburbia, which we’ll preview here at the studio in a matter of days….