White Horses #27

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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in this issue

1 min
trigger warning

You may have heard of the relatively recent concept of "trigger warnings". In academia particularly, students are forewarned that upcoming content in a particular text might trigger a memory that is upsetting or damaging. The idea of a sensory trigger is nothing new of course. They range from delightful to traumatic. A certain smell out of a kitchen might transport us back to childhood, a song can evoke the memory of a lover we thought we’d forgotten, a certain texture on the water reminds us of another beach, another time. The idea of a photo triggering a strong emotional response lies at the heart of this special issue of Horsies. The premise was simple enough: we asked an eclectic bunch of surfers to nominate an image that resonated with them, an image…

6 min
john ogden

The Summer of Love was long dead by the time 1970 rolled around, nailing the coffin shut with the Kent State massacre and the death of Jimi Hendrix. The war in Vietnam was still raging and the death count of young American and Australian troops kept climbing, along with over a million Vietnamese soldiers and civilians. By the following year I had won the conscription lottery, with the offer of a free trip to Southeast Asia to shoot people I had no quarrel with. At that time, a 19-year-old was judged too immature to drink or vote, but considered old enough to kill. That little marble plucked randomly from a barrel would change the course of my life. As a conscientious objector my solution to avoid conscription was to hitch my…

2 min
andrew shield

After 25 years of trips through Indonesia, I thought I had the place pretty well worked out and had become a bit jaded. Then I was commissioned for a shoot in 2017 for a resort company that had acquired land at a wave, and wanted some pictures to gauge interest. The flight itinerary suggested the spot was located in an area I knew well, but I was surprised to find the driver taking a different route to what I expected. The last part of the journey was over really bad terrain and we had to stop constantly to test the depth of puddles and make sure the car wasn’t going to bottom out. Every now and then I would catch a glimpse of the ocean as the road snaked its way…

2 min
al mackinnon

My old man introduced me to the sea at a young age. He taught me respect for nature and the tides, bodysurfing, low water fishing and diving. Here he is, post-surf grin, holding his trusty wooden board. These bodyboards were made by Grays, now the famous cricket bat manufacturer, Gray-Nicolls. Back in the day they made beautifully crafted boards and wooden tennis rackets, too. This one is about 50 years old and provides as much stoke today as the day it was crafted. My grandmother rode these; my whole family has at some stage. My father regards bodysurfing or using one of these boards as “real surfing” because of the closeness to the water. Despite my now standing up most of the time, I still adore bodysurfing and the connection one…

2 min
phil thurston

One of the biggest attractions for me as a photographer who shoots empties is the simple fact that every single wave is different. You can watch a thousand waves roll in over the same reef ledge and never see one that’s exactly the same. Like people, each has its own unique characteristics and attributes. This is both a blessing and a curse. The blessing being that you can never tire of watching and photographing these miracles. The curse, however, is that if you miss an opportunity to capture something special, it’s lost forever. Over years of shooting I’ve also noticed that during any given session there is always that one wave that comes through. It’s a little bigger, a little heavier, and a little more spectacular than all the others. These…

1 min
craig anderson

Ever since Skeleton Bay first popped up on the radar, I – like ever other goofy-footer in the world – wanted to surf it so bad, but it took years for me to finally get there. Eventually all the elements aligned while I was in South Africa shooting a profile film with Quiksilver. I was due to fly home but then we saw a swell headed for Namibia and decided to hit it with some mates from South Africa. I only caught a handful of waves that day, but each one was special. This was before drones became a thing, so we had to arrange a chopper to film and shoot out of. It had to be brought in from neighbouring Botswana and was on standby all morning because of the fog.…