Aqualuna Media and Creative Pty

White Horses

White Horses

Issue 36
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White Horses is an original and authentic quarterly publication about the surf, ocean, creativity and adventure, and delivers a worthy and highly acclaimed alternative to existing surf mags. If you get equally, if not more excited by the glimpse of a clean, empty beach-break peak through some foreshore trees, than you do witnessing a million air reverses on a comp webcast, then there's every chance White Horses is for you.

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Country:
Australia
Language:
English
Publisher:
Aqualuna Media and Creative Pty
Frequency:
Interrupted
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4 Issues

in this issue

1 min.
this issue endeavours to find out outliers

SURFING’S FUNDAMENTAL REWARDS SEEM PRETTY BASIC: FUN, GRATIFICATION, DOPAMINE, STOKE, JOY EVERY SURF CHECK IS AN ASSESSMENT OF THE POTENTIAL FOR THE FUN WE CAN EXTRACT BUT COULD SURFING’S BIGGEST GIFT ACTUALLY BE WHAT IT CAN BRING OUT IN US? CAN IT LEAD US TO GREATER CREATIVITY & GENEROSITY OF SPIRIT? A WILLINGNESS TO EXPLORE, TO TRY, EVEN TO FAIL?…

6 min.
the multiplier effect

I got heckled so bad growing up. I wasn’t part of the surfing clique on Maui, even though I was a surfer first. Maui is very windy, so I took up other sports that weren’t popular amongst my peers, like windsurfing, SUP, kiting. I was using those experiences to help propel my ability in traditional surfing. Even at my home break, I never felt comfortable. I felt like an outsider. But that gave me a sense of knowing who I really was as a person, and I didn’t mask it to fit in. I think people started giving me respect when I started catching bigger waves than them at Jaws. I was sitting deeper and there was no denying that I was willing to put myself into scary positions. But I…

6 min.
the levity of leah

A woman, grinning, in the sunlight. A 6’8 single fin and a perfect turquoise wave, moving at speed. These are some of the sweeter shapes that joy can take. The unique salty calligraphy of this particular flight pattern is in constant motion, inscribed across the ocean’s surface, silhouetted against the dawn sky. Sometimes, the movement of the human body becomes poetry. How it must feel to dance like this, to traverse the contours of all that liquid light. This is Leah Dawson. Waterwoman. Maverick. Trailblazer and progressive. Co-founder of the Changing Tides Foundation, which connects communities and transforms women’s lives through surfing and environmental protection, from the Dominican Republic to El Salvador. She is a free surfer and cinematographer, music maker and facilitator. A joyful frother with a particular gift for storytelling…

5 min.
one way to nazaré

“Are you ok? Do you need a push?” asks a concerned woman atop the Collaroy cliffs. Ollie Dousset, holding his paraglide wing, peers over the cliff edge and laughs. “If you push me now I’ll probably lose my other leg.” I chuckle watching this unfold. Ollie’s waiting for the Southerly to hit. Next minute the ocean snarls into whitecaps and Ollie stretches his helmeted head before launching over the edge. He soars upwards like an Albatross in an updraft. The woman’s mouth twists from worry to wonder. Unknown to her is that Ollie is an elite paraglider. While in Hawaii last year he and a team of pilots flew across the treacherous mountain ranges of Maui – the same trip that Jaws welcomed him with a two-wave hold down. I spent the winter with Ollie…

5 min.
layers by lu

I come from a small city called Salta la Linda or “Salta the beautiful” in Argentina. Its real name is actually just Salta but you can’t help falling in love with the Spanish colonial architecture, Andean heritage and the valleys that lie to the west. I was raised in a Catholic family, and like any good Catholic family there were a lot of us – eight siblings, with six girls and two boys. I’m the oldest and we are almost a year apart from each other, so growing up was never boring, or quiet. Even though there were eight of us, my parents were always supportive and caring. I wasn’t one of those kids who grew up knowing what they want to do but I always seemed to enjoy making things. I…

2 min.
beached art

It all started on the long beach walks that my partner, Tracey, and I both love to take around Evans Head. During these walks I’d always get distracted by the organic matter that gets washed up onto the beach. I was fascinated by the variety of shapes and sizes. I’d stop and study anything that caught my eye, sometimes taking bits and pieces home to fill a decorative bowl with my random collection of organic beach debris. At first we started to arrange them into the shape of the initials of each of our grandkids as a Christmas gift. This led to more sophisticated shapes and patterns and then, almost unconsciously, it evolved into sea animals. THIS LED TO MORE SOPHISTICATED SHAPES AND PATTERNS AND THEN, ALMOST UNCONSCIOUSLY, IT EVOLVED INTO SEA…