It is always pretty much predictable that, when one dies, swarms of people will rise their hypocritical antennas and pay homage to someone who once they loathed.
The death of such a figure like Nelson Mandela is one perfect example. We get to read coundolescense messages from political leaders representing countries who once jugged Madiba as a terrorist. Yes, I’m talking about USA, UK and, who knew, Portugal.
On November 20th, 1987, the UN Assembly voted on a resolution showing solidarity with the liberation struggle in South Africa (and the liberation of an imprisoned Nelson Mandela). The three mentioned above countries were the only ones voting NO on the resolution.
More than 20 years later, in 2008, the USA finally signed a bill removing Nelson Mandela from the terror watch list.
And now today all those political douches forget those repulsive official acts and mourn how great it was for this earth to be blessed by the presence of Madiba. A pure show of hypocrisy that one most not forget.
Then there’s those political commentators who get excited with things like these and think they are so smart for making hilarious analogies. Fareed Zakaria (CNN) made this amazing remark:
Mandela’s greatest acts: No retribution, genuine forgiveness, and leaving office voluntarily. Africa’s George Washington.— Fareed Zakaria (@FareedZakaria)
Comparing a person that had the power to gather black and white people for the sake of a country and as a lesson for a less racist world with a president that had almost a hundred slaves until his death is priceless.
Then there’s this one:
Nelson Mandela: South Africa’s Churchill, by Andrew Kenny http://t.co/UJeJ8Zl4Mq— Coffee House (@Spectator_CH)
Comparing Nelson Mandela with a President responsible for the Bengal Famine of 1943 that killed millions of people following the Japanese occupation of Burma?
I don’t know, I might just be a huge cynic. But this just shows how little the human being can be. Nonetheless, I’m pretty sure Madiba couldn’t care less for these displays of pretentious sympathy. He certainly forgives all of them.
The bodyboarding session was bleak as the tide was coming up. Which means it was Monty Python’s fun in the water: jerking around small waves and pulling some pushups on the rocks (this one goes for Francisco ‘Cisco’ Monteiro). The waves were scarce, the sea was crystal clear, the water bounced like olive oil and small clusters of riders gathered in a chit-chat, like if they were all taking a long tea and biscuits together. I got to stay with justlikebb’s gipsies António ‘bòdecas’ Saraiva and Cisco. A quick sum-up about our lately doings and we found ourselves rumbling on the health of Portuguese bodyboarding.
There is no story here: as Vert - the only bodyboarding magazine in the country - basically died, the riders lost probably the best promotional vehicle for their features. People might say Facebook is a good replacement, but Zuckerberg’s baby is ephemeral and doesn’t convey the same prestige as a world class magazine. Another symptom of this single-man-stance arose from a story Cisco told me: this one time, during a world championship stage in Sintra, a prominent rider from Peniche grumbled with Vert’s director because there were no photos of Peniche’s guys in the magazine. The example of the unceasing bodyboarder’s self-indulgence profiling pretty well Portugal’s bodyboarding world way of acting.
In between the brainstorm, we bitched about the crowd at the peak and forecasted tomorrow’s surf. It should definitely be better. Back into discussion, I recalled how bodyboarding became so individualistic. Riders go to Facebook (once again) to nurture their egos instead of taking a global, friendship stance towards the sports. Later on, during a quick lunch at Pão da Vila, Ericeira, and while ingesting a diabetic cocktail of “Bola de Berlim” and “Azevia”, Cisco highlighted the fact that, “You can see a guy launching a massive backflip, but you’ll never praise him, you’ll envy instead of support”.
I counter argued about the “death” of the sport with the fact that the industry is small and there’s too many brands for so little people. This indeed was proven this week with the appearance of a new fins brand, Supers. They are just the same shit as Stealth and the old, but goodie, Churchill Makapuu, so their usefulness for the sake of the sport is equal to none.
Justlikebb is a crew of bodyboarders, party goers and creative dudes. I’ve always perceived them as a chilled gang who banged the most out of waves with a grudging style and a unique sense of amusement for life. In or out of water, they just play fun with every situation leaving aside any taste for embarrassment.
The guys just released a film, “Gypsy, The Movie”, which was produced with a laptop that would break ‘n die every 10 minutes. They’ve got no revenue from it, just pure fun and the desire to share their mad adventures with the community. Manuel Barbosa, the producer, was also at the beach gathering some footage for some clips to be released soon. He stressed about the difficulties to yield the film and how it gathered little more than a few Facebook shares. “We’ve sent an e-mail pretty well made to several magazines and people and they just shared the film on Facebook instead of doing something more.”
"Gypsy" was an experience, a first attempt at something fresh. It might have a sequel, but it will take its time. Grabbing onto a soup and baguette, Manuel Barbosa was stark, "I’ll only start working on something else when I’m sure that I really have something good to work on."
As time went by, the crew started reviewing the day’s footage. Right before leaving the coffee shop, Manuel Barbosa was unsettled about getting some pastry. “I will feel naughty about it afterwards.” He eventually got a Pastel de Nata. Cisco cogitated on his chair listening to LeAnn Rimes’ “Can’t Fight the Moonlight” and bòdecas would just clinch to the camera. Outside we just traded the final arguments for tomorrow’s sesh. They went back home, only stopping before to get some grilled chicken.
I repeat 5 pointz is gone ..painted white over night we almost got arrested— 5 Pointz (@5PointzNYC) November 19, 2013
Photo: Nathan Tweti
Sickfuckpeople was the most astonishing, yet disturbing, film I remember watching.
The reality ensued by Juri Rechinsky’s documentary is raw and becomes cruder with a formality guided by long silent moments, close-ups and natural ambience sound. Mainly shot in Odessa, Ukraine, the cold and greyness of the country refracted by the film strikes a real punch in the mood in conjunction with portrayal of youngsters and families living in the streets.
Marco Polo - G.U.R.U. ft. Talib Kweli, DJ Premier (by MarcoPoloVEVO)
I don’t root for people’s individual achievements based in their nationality. That factious crap the masses practice like a rule of “know your country, know your genes” is just a sociological conception owned by, I don’t know, the first century set-of-minds, I guess. However, considering this week’s events in Nazaré, I have to root for the home guys - I mean the longtime locals, either Portuguese or foreigners.
The relationship between local surfers and Nazaré shifted a couple of years ago, when a leading Portuguese company in cable television and internet services payed thousands of euros to an outsider surfer to drop some circus while surfing the Dantesque waves of Praia do Norte. The company sponsors Garrett McNamara by guaranteeing that he’s in Portugal on time to surf some heavy-weight conditions when the North Canyon shoots some brick-walled waves. Otherwise, the American just spends his time back home. None of this would be possible without the connivance of Portuguese people, who just love the feast and feeds the lobby surfing machine that throws euros at an ill-technique surfer that changed his relation with the sport from soul-searching to money-seeking. This is my perspective.
A while ago, every time Praia do Norte was dropping bombs, local bodyboarders and surfers would gather and test their limits. Eventually, they’d invite some friends from outside of the region to be part of the exploration. It was amazing, a sort of new vibe watching those men without jet-skis and life jackets depending on their lungs and luck to survive Nazaré. Nowadays, these soldiers are nowhere to be found on the beach when surf is up. Their quest for thrill and adrenaline was seized by a Hollywoodesque show.
McNamara - and he’s also uncouth buddies from Red Bull Team - has some serious courage. Only a small elite do what he does. But many of his features are questionable, clearly created by the flourishing brains behind the media, which doesn’t engage in talking with true surfers who can disclose them on their mistakes. It is only fair that the usual suspects of Nazaré get to be demotivated with the contempt towards their feats.
Team Red Bull’s Carlos Burle never set a new world record riding a 30 metres wave in Nazaré nor did McNamara surfed a 22 metres. Those are preposterous numbers created by the same media that can’t distinguish between “swell size” and “wave size”. From my perspective (and from what I discuss with fellow wave lovers), the biggest waves he rode were around 12 metres high tops, but never 22 or the laughable 30 meters everyone is talking about. Nonetheless, people love this tragedy-like novel and hail them riders as heroes.
This isn’t a matter of heroes, but of respect for those who lived there their entire lives and faced the bull’s horns from Winter to Winter without being towed. I recall the first Nazaré Special Edition, in 2003: an invitation-only bodyboarding event that was strictly created to promote the radness of boogieboarding and, by trawling, Praia do Norte’s particular conditions. When the event was documented only by a bodyboarding magazine, every surfer got stunned. It was something unique and unprecedented. A beast had been tamed.
Way before McNamara and company hit the waves of Nazaré, Portuguese bodyboarders like Luís “Porkito” Pereira and Ricardo Faustino dared alone the hectic waves of Nazaré. Those two “brothers-in-waves” seriously risked their lives without any outside support. Only pure muscle and fearlessness. And they would still do it, but the feeling just vanished as a quick motor combustion. They went to other stops and kept them afar from the freak show. The same goes for the Portuguese surfer António Silva. The day McNamara rode the fictitious biggest wave of all time, he was there, but no one asked about it. Basically, guys like him just don’t give a fuck about Nazaré’s showtime. They didn’t ride those waves for the shout-outs, but for the thrill of testing their adrenaline levels.
This is where I look up for these guys as inspirations. I couldn’t care less about them being Portuguese. As long as they are locals (or even visitors) enthused by the chance of besting a gigantic wall of water just for the sake of it, I’m all in for their stance against the foolishness that has been happening in Nazaré. The beach was literally seized by sellouts that would be nothing without the media and suck-up fans that support the entertainment. Their main argument is that it promotes Portugal and Nazaré, it’s good for the economy and tourism. Well, couldn’t companies support a local willing to do the same? Was it really necessary to be a stranger paid at gold’s price?
Dissing on the Nazaré’s events, what did Ricardo Faustino and António Silva - plus some quirk Basque surfers such as Axi Muniaim and Alex Urganga - do so they could surf the code red swell hitting Northern Europe? They headed to Tayer, in Galicia, and, boy, they scored a haunting wave that could literally kill a person as it collapsed. And by the look of the wave (seen in the video above), I seriously doubt that a clumsy-star-made-by-dumbs surfer such as McNamara would go for it.
Here’s a message António Silva posted in his Facebook:
No words :)))) love my true friends family , and fuck the surf lobby in my country i will charge no matter what u want mutch love To nuestros hermanos.
The Sun spills its bright light through the soft fog covering Ericeira’s unsettled sea mantle. The wind is breathless, the waves are resting their fury. Mind-hook on tree branches, too many lights on for one. Tomorrow’s on arrival’s lane.
Blank on Blank (put together by PBS Digital Studio) has put up a hell of a show with a series of lost tapped interviews now available to all and many of them adapted through animation. There’s Ray Charles, Kelly Slater, James Brown, David Foster Wallace, Allen Ginsberg and many others.
And then there’s the interview above, with Beastie Boys talking about…being stupid.
Worth a peep.
Newly released piece of zoomed freckled faces, rock n’ roll water splashes and air flips turning the world’s view upside down. This is an intimate view on bodyboarding, its fellas and culture.
Tyge Landa to Le Boogie:
“It became personal; you get attached to the idea and the people involved. That’s when the magic happens I reckon, once your immersed, committed and pull focus. That passion just comes alive and everything takes form.
Film / Art / Music – they are all the same like that, once the love of it takes over and you stop fearing what others may think – that’s it, that’s the place I want to be working from. This project took some cool turns and movements throughout; it’s got that hi-fi action feel with a creative, photographic edge. Tight action footage mixed with wide locked off scenery shots, some aerial angles and candid hand held shots. Compositions like this set against a compelling background was the idea from the beginning. The athlete and production team play such a big part in these kind of movies, otherwise it’s just a guy with an idea in his head and a camera in his hand. Thank you to all involved; the work was brilliant.”
Wes Anderson is hyped-up once again after the release of his latest creation’s trailer, The Grand Budapest Hotel, due release in March 2014. Anderson is to keep his formal trademark: a youthful, chunky coloured cinematographic glimmer with acts following the lead of of a youngster’s mastermind (Anderson is no kid, but he pulls out every kid in us by exposing crystalline emotions).
Anticipating the debut of his movie, the TV critic Matt Zoller Seitz put together The Wes Anderson Collection, a book that revisits Anderson’s in a documentary style. The volume comes attached to a video essay series deconstructing every one of Wes Anderson’s features through out the years.
To Juxtapoz, Zoller Seitz described how the idea for the book came up and what’s to expect:
This new series is an adaptation of my book, which is itself adapted from another video essay series, “The Substance of Style,” a five-parter that I wrote, narrated and edited back in the spring of 2009. The book came about because Wes contacted me in summer of 2009 to say he’d seen the video series and liked it, and then a few weeks later Eric Klopfer, my future book editor, wrote me to say he was a big Wes Anderson fan and wanted to do a book about his movies, and would it be possible to somehow adapt “The Substance of Style” to hardcover form? So I figured out a way to combine an interview with Wes and an adaptation of the video essay series, which eventually led to “The Wes Anderson Collection.”
Of course at that time, Wes hadn’t released “The Fantastic Mr. Fox” yet, so I couldn’t account for that in “The Substance of Style.” And “Moonrise Kingdom" was barely a glimmer in his eye, probably.
I thought it would be fun to do a “second edition” of that video series, after having seen two more Wes films and gained a lot of inside knowledge about Wes and his movies by interviewing him for the book. I originally thought about approaching this new series as I had in the first time, scrutinising the totality of the work in a somewhat detached way, but as I started writing the narration and adding in editing suggestions for Steven, I realised that the whole process felt different.
As Steven pointed out to me in the editing room this weekend, “The Substance of Style” was analytical, but this new series is more emotional. It also feels a bit more like a traditional documentary in places, though there are characteristic digressions into nerdy areas. This opening chapter, for instance, has a detour about the state of American independent film in the early 90s and how directors built their careers, and why “Bottle Rocket" was a break from that tradition.
Part 2, about “Rushmore”, will run Wednesday, Oct 16, “The Royal Tenenbaums" on Friday, Oct. 18, "The Life Aquatic" on Monday, Oct. 21, "The Darjeeling Limited" on Wednesday, Oct. 23, and we’ll finish out the series with a double feature of "The Fantastic Mr. Fox" and "Moonrise Kingdom" on Friday, Oct. 25.
“A young person recently said to me, “you know, there’s rap, and then there’s real rap.” So I don’t worry about the kids today; they know the shit that’s wrong and the shit that’s right.”
– Nas in Nas is Like: We All Shine