Aqualuna Media and Creative Pty

White Horses

White Horses Issue # 29 Winter 2019

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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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Australia
Language:
English
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Aqualuna Media and Creative Pty
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Interrupted
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in this issue

8 min.
squeezing the last drops

Friday 6 December 2002. I remember that day as if it were yesterday. I was standing with three friends at the top of a cliff near Mundaka, one of the world’s most iconic surf spots. We watched in horror as a gigantic black stain advanced towards the coast. Minutes later, the waves started dumping millions of blobs of crude oil onto the shoreline. In the space of a few hours, the beautiful butter-yellow sand had turned into a stinking carpet of black, sticky tar. There would be no surfing for the rest of the winter, and no fishing for nine months anywhere in the Bay of Biscay. Hundreds of thousands of birds and other creatures would die, and the ecosystem would be forever altered. The oil had come from a supertanker called…

4 min.
a few of my favourtie things

I met Sam for the first time in person at Coolum Beach, Sunshine Coast, in a backroom doing a support show. We actually first spoke over Tumblr, where he was reposting some of my photos; we were both into writing, and fairly emotional teenage boys, so we got chatting and we decided to meet at this show. 7 years on, he has been my best friend & most extensive travel partner – from shooting surf photos, to surf videos, to concerts and now is documenting a full-time tour video series called Net Positive. These are a few of our favourite things as a travelling full-time videographer/musician duo… A morning without a schedule Sam: One of life’s greater pleasures while travelling the world under an intense work schedule is the ability to wake…

4 min.
a voyage of madmen

In 1968, nine sailors of questionable mind set off on a race. The race was to circumnavigate the world non-stop in sailboats. Before GPS, before satellite navigation, smart phones and EPRB’s, nine men set off on a race around the world, in which some were lost the moment they could no longer see land. Ten months later only one would cross the finish line. For the other eight, their fate was either madness or death. Death on the seas in ill-fated Southern Ocean storms. Or, when the madness and isolation and constant threat of being taken by waves became too much, suicide became their only way out. Peter Nichols chronicled this contest in his book A Voyage of Madmen (itals). It was a story of lunacy on the high seas, and I…

6 min.
stormies

Brighton Jetty – situated some 15 kays southwest of Adelaide – was first built in 1886 in a T-shape. Storms over the years, however, threatened its alphabetical stability. Sporadic batterings gradually fashioned it into an “L” until May 1994, when the Gulf St Vincent was throttled by what Bodhi would’ve described as the 50-year storm. I still remember Mum driving my sisters and me home from school that afternoon (I was seven and three-quarters) and her telling us how it had been obliterated. She drove slowly along the esplanade and, for the first time, I saw waves not only smashing into the jetty but completely washing over the top of it. Decaying timber splayed out at right angles. Supporting beams stood with nothing atop them, confused about what to do next.…

3 min.
valé david “baddy” treloar

I reckon I’m the least qualified person to write about David “Baddy” Treloar, but as this issue of Horsies heads off to press, it wouldn’t do to ask Dan Ross or Laurie Towner or Nav Fox or Nat Young or Monty Webber or Nick Pope or Rod Dahlberg or Luke Short, or anyone in the Angourie family to try to put what’s just happened – Baddy completing his last lap of the Point – into any sort of words. If this thing has to be written today to squeeze into the mag, it’s probably best left to someone a little removed. By the time you read this, of course, Baddy’s passing will be a part of recent history, and dozens of beautiful tributes will have been circulated and published. But Horsies…

2 min.
the phone of the wind

There exists the most extraordinary phone booth in Japan. It sits in a serene garden overlooking the Pacific Ocean on the outskirts of a town called Otsuchi. The white, glass-framed phone booth holds within it a worn black Bakelite rotary phone whose cables are neatly coiled and attached to absolutely nothing. It never jangles with incoming calls and its outgoing calls do not travel through cords and wires. Instead, this phone carries within it meditations on life and death. It has become a site of pilgrimage for the residents of Otsuchi, who are still busy untangling the grief that remains knotted in their stomachs. A grief eight years old, after the tsunami struck and three 20-foot waves swirled through their streets and their bedrooms and their playgrounds. A centuries old town…