Interesting shapes with Creed McTaggart.
Peterson Crisanto’s French foam party.
Perfect ramp, perfect rotation. Ryan Callinan with form as marvelous as the Eiffel Tower.
That old “only the ones you don’t want to see” cliché couldn’t be more true.
Creed McTaggart impresses a little girl in pink.
They must age so quickly in France. Creed, impressed by a not-so-little girl in pink.
Mateia Hiquily, champagne punt.
In case you haven't noticed, France is a good place to do airs. Frederico Morais and a backhand product of his environment.
Ryan Callinan tweaks a stalefish that speaks for itself.
Soli Bailey, ghost rider in the sky.
Smile, damn it. Ryan Callinan needs no further coaxing.
Soli kisses the coping on the deep end.
Creed McTaggart, tracktop-free indy grab.
France is romantic, we suppose.
An evening glass of Chardonnay with Soli Bailey.
Ryan Callinan digs his nose into the white stuff. Above the influence, and above the lip, blowing nothing but tail.