Kelly Slater, dinner for one on the Gold Coast.
Hey, doesn’t that cloud look like… a boring collection of moisture compared to Noah Beschen getting barreled on the most fun-looking wave ever.
Beau Campi and Mick Fanning, you guys in a rush?
Empty. Hollow. Unfulfilled. All valid ways to describe this uppity gem.
Beau Campi — that explains the jog.
Mick Fanning isn’t over the hill, and he definitely wasn’t over the ledge.
If you can’t laugh at yourself, your best friend probably will. Mick and Parko, post plunge.
Ryan Hipwood, eagle’s wings in the land of the kangaroo.
See those arms? That style? How smooth! Yeah, it’s Parko.
…And worth every mosquito bite.
Every silver lining has a touch of gray. Kolohe Andino.
Mitch Crews and Kolohe Andino, two of the tour’s youngest white people.
Hiiiiing. No, seriously, this is Kai Hing.
Greens, blues and certainly nothing worth seeing red over.
Kinda makes you appreciate the word slab.
Those are Mick Fanning’s fins.
Matt Wilkinson dreamed of a nicer steak, but it got caught by his dreamcatcher. Darn!
Wilko with his mind on his barbecue and his barbecue on his mind.
According to the ASP ratings, this is currently the world’s best surfer. Gabriel Medina.
...But dogs still bite him.
Mick Fanning, all tucked in at home.