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Lost videos 1993-1999.
The films pander in truth, as the titles suggest. Whats Really Going On. Whats Really Going Wrong. Lost tapped into the ethos of the times, chronicling wanton youth as they set about destroying everything around them lips, paradigms, rules, sluts, their livers, their careers. Even if you despised the frantic, raw hedonism of Lost films, you had to acknowledge the accuracy of the portrayal. Performance surfing is built on the misdeeds of kids who have no regard for their future. The truth is a battle-cry. The spittle-tinged refrain from a drunken punk song.
By the 90s, surfing had lost its voice our rebel yell muted by the dangling carrot of mainstream acceptance. It was all about Kelly Slater, but Slaters ubiquitous adoration came at a price. His handlers decided Middle America wanted squeaky clean, and the magazines and brands towed the line: High fives, high on life, the high contrast plastic sheen of Baywatch and People Magazine.
The antidote was Lost. Each film a document, each video an eloquent anti-establishment manifesto. Wardo, Cory and crew led the way by tapping into our sordid roots. Surfing is not about public offerings. It is not about point totals and fitness. Surfing is groms in trashcans. Moshpit fights, blackouts, no-hope pull ins, nitrous balloons, vacuumed Mexi weed, sand-bottomed beatings, the weird old hanger-ons with their hair on fire, going bigger than your friends, underage girls sitting on the laps of old men who admittedly need therapy. Surfing is making the wrong decisions for the right reasons, and getting rewarded for it. Put in the disc. Press play. Consider this a reminder.
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Lost videos 1993-1999.
The films pander in truth, as the titles suggest. Whats Really Going On. Whats Really Going Wrong. Lost tapped into the ethos of the times, chronicling wanton youth as they set about destroying everything around them lips, paradigms, rules, sluts, their livers, their careers. Even if you despised the frantic, raw hedonism of Lost films, you had to acknowledge the accuracy of the portrayal. Performance surfing is built on the misdeeds of kids who have no regard for their future. The truth is a battle-cry. The spittle-tinged refrain from a drunken punk song.
By the 90s, surfing had lost its voice our rebel yell muted by the dangling carrot of mainstream acceptance. It was all about Kelly Slater, but Slaters ubiquitous adoration came at a price. His handlers decided Middle America wanted squeaky clean, and the magazines and brands towed the line: High fives, high on life, the high contrast plastic sheen of Baywatch and People Magazine.
The antidote was Lost. Each film a document, each video an eloquent anti-establishment manifesto. Wardo, Cory and crew led the way by tapping into our sordid roots. Surfing is not about public offerings. It is not about point totals and fitness. Surfing is groms in trashcans. Moshpit fights, blackouts, no-hope pull ins, nitrous balloons, vacuumed Mexi weed, sand-bottomed beatings, the weird old hanger-ons with their hair on fire, going bigger than your friends, underage girls sitting on the laps of old men who admittedly need therapy. Surfing is making the wrong decisions for the right reasons, and getting rewarded for it. Put in the disc. Press play. Consider this a reminder.
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