This is a moving visual connected to the story below which is about Scott Sullivanz Travelz in San Diego this past winter.

Enjoy!

SullyzTravelz2SD2010 from Spacecraft Clothing on Vimeo.

Transmission from Commander Sullivan reporting findings from the Southwest Quadrant of the Golden State_winter 2010:

Some might say that southern california is the heart of Babylon, representing the crowds and the vanity factory. But every dog pound has its days , and so cal is no exception . Its a common theme that some people move there to be on permanent vacation. Its the place where weathermen have one of the highest success rates in the country, “tomorrow will be sunny and mild.” 95 percent of the time they’re right. Lucky for them though they are more actors than meteorologists, so looking good on TV is what its all about.

Weather lovers are bored into apathy until a year like this one comes along. EL Nino delivers a dose of atmospheric reality and for a few months it relentlessly sends storm after storm slamming into the coast. Winds rape old roofs, antiquated sewers swell from rain. tampons and used condoms get flushed into the ocean from maxed out drains and rivers and the surf gets HUGE and Consistent. Surfers revel in the neo-mordial soup and develop new and more powerful immune systems to battle the incessant deluge. The weak fall early with some picking up their golf clubs and snowboards as they retreat from the ocean until the sunnier climes return . The rest reap the rewards and fill their mental gas tanks with waves that they will remember well into their 70’s….. depending on how much weed they’ve smoked.

I tend to get restless when shit like this happens with the weather. Its been a fortunate disease of mine since i was a little piss ant. If there is a hurricane, blizzard or giant groundswell coming than i am like a fruit fly on a rotting apricot, a frat boy at a keg party, a redneck at a Walmart sale. I cant stay away. Its one of my endearing qualities that tests all my relationships, personal or indentured. The baby boy, el nino, was calling me. I saw the weather maps stacking up lows all the way to Japan for what looked to be weeks. Mother nature was fornicating relentlessly with father time and as her giant booty rocked the waters, his seeds were planted and the womb that was the ocean came to life . My mind was playing a character in a Guy Ritchie film , with a wham , bam , slam edit that had me on a plane and feasting on a greasy chile relleno burrito before you could say Paris Hilton. I stole/ borrowed a 1972 white Jaguar from my unknowing friend Pat Millin , who was on a remote surf trip as the guest /boy-toy of some sugar mama to the Island of Tavarua in the south Pacific. I assumed he wouldn’t mind that i was driving his vintage bourgeois bond mobile while he was getting balls deep pitted in more ways that one on some remote tropical island. The trip sent me off in a quest to begin filming of a new movie project that i had been developing with a cast of hooligans and fellow Spacecraft Cosmonauts , Eric Brandt and Wolfgang Nyvelt , Richard Kenvin , Ryan Burch and Cyrus Sutton , all rich in the knowledge , and artistry of sideways sliding be it on water, or land.

Its not often that i get to escape from the snowier climates in mid winter to go on a surf shooting mission so this was a welcome change. Over the next 2 weeks i probably pissed in my wetsuit at least 30 times as i swam for hours with the pelicans and seals, sunken up to my neck with only a head and a waterproof camera housing visible to the seekers on the beach . What’s that piece of garbage floating out there they would wonder when they’d see me. I might be trashy , but i am not garbage, though definitely a scumbag at times.

In the period of the 2 weeks i was there the surf never went below head high and was often in the way overhead range. Surfers are riding some crazy shit nowadays as far as boards go . Pieces of wood with no fins and barely 3/4 of an inch thick . Foam blanks cut in half with no glassing and minimal shaping. People are looking into the past to design the future. 200 year old pasts in some cases. Some of the kids will make one in 4 minutes out of the raw foam then proceed to show anyone watching that now, in the year 2010 there are no limits as to what we can ride. There is no one right way , there are many. there is no reason why you cant make some crazy vehicle of your own. even if it is a complete failure. Start again , make a better one. Screw the rules, these art forms that some like to call sports exist mainly because the people that started them were trying to get away from the rules that came with organized sports. Now in some ways corporate america has gotten involved and tried to homogenize what we ride so they can maximize production and profits. Ride whatever you want. Who cares? Thats what is going on out there now. And the cool thing is that its not just happening in the water but in the snow as well. binding-less, fishy, banana-like snow skates, swallowtails. I reckon its probably a theme thats happening in different walks of life all over the world. Things are different now. they keep telling us the world is about to end , so we may as well try as much cool shit as we can before we all go to hell.

hand built card board car 

Robert and Blake are in the basement screening away.

Macay from Watergun on Vimeo.

If you’re in Tokyo, be sure to stop through FTC Tokyo on Saturday for Fecal Pals Ferris Plock and Kelly Tunstall’s show opening. 7-10pm.

The Seafarers - Sea of Love from Eighty Four Films on Vimeo.