Clay Marzo is no stranger to lefthand barrels. He's also no stranger to photographer Brent Bielmann, who snuck under the lip to nail this shot.
With a vision like this, it can be hard to keep your mouth closed — just imagine what Michael Jordan would have done in this thing.
Why is Matt in a full suit while Clay’s going bareback? That’s not rhetorical, we’re serious — any ideas?
You know the scene in Happy Gilmore where Adam Sandler dreams about a midget hopping around on a stick and slapping his ass? Well this is Clay’s happy place. Sorry, Grandma.
Folklore says that if you paint your board to look like a sea snake, it’ll ward off sharks. That or sharks just aren’t into yellow, black and pink stripes. Either way, Matt didn’t get chomped.
All Photos: Brent Bielmann
Waves are waves and Clay is Clay. That’s the title of a Clay Marzo profile in our latest issue — and beyond that, it’s an unwavering truth. Waves, no matter how many different facets and moods they embody, are madly unchanging. And Clay Marzo, no matter how many curves the asphalt of his life takes, is unflinchingly Clay Marzo. For that, we love him. We went to Western Australia with Clay and Matt Meola (we love Matt, too) to shoot for the feature and here are all the photos you won’t see in print. The edit from this trip will drop on Wednesday and so will your jaw.