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.
No matter what angle you look at it, this wave is still perfect. Matt Meola.
Matt Meola. Black and white and fantastically barreled.
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.
The anticipation of the inevitable. (A barrel is inevitable. Seriously, Clay can't evade them.)
Why is Matt in a full suit while Clay’s going bareback? That’s not rhetorical, we’re serious — any ideas?
Getting a shot of a guy getting the shot of Clay getting it.
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.
Air drop much? Matt Meola.
Timing is everything, but getting barreled is better. Matt Meola.
Evading the barrel, laying the rail.
If this doesn’t make you feel sad about sitting at your desk, we don’t know what will.
Beautiful on the outside, violent on the inside. This wave could use some therapy.
You can take the boy out of the country, but you can’t take the camouflage off the boy. Matt Meola
Half of the fun is finding out what is over the next dune.
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.
Western Australia’s sky is nicer than your sky, and it’s not afraid to flaunt that.
Clay is watched by many, loved by all.