On Location: North Shore, Oahu

posted by / Photos / January 26, 2012

Sarah and her seven-mile stare. PHOTO: Jimmicane

Sarah and her seven-mile stare. PHOTO: Jimmicane

Pipeline and the girls, bonding. PHOTO: Jimmicane

Pipeline and the girls, bonding. PHOTO: Jimmicane

Kala dropped in as guest art director for a shot or two. No one argued. PHOTO: Jimmicane

Kala dropped in as guest art director for a shot or two. No one argued. PHOTO: Jimmicane

J.J. giving Bruce a spray down at the Volcom House. PHOTO: Jimmicane

J.J. giving Bruce a spray down at the Volcom House. PHOTO: Jimmicane

J.J. and Star give Sydney some oil on the Eastside. As if she was rusty. PHOTO: Jimmicane

J.J. and Star give Sydney some oil on the Eastside. As if she was rusty. PHOTO: Jimmicane

Sydney glances into Middle Earth while Michael gets his shot. PHOTO: Jimmicane

Sydney glances into Middle Earth while Michael gets his shot. PHOTO: Jimmicane

Flow, harden and create new earth like the lava on which you lay. Michael, the master, adjusts Natazha on the Eastside. PHOTO: Jimmicane

Flow, harden and create new earth like the lava on which you lay. Michael, the master, adjusts Natazha on the Eastside. PHOTO: Jimmicane

Our in-house aerialist, Mason Ho, and Michael, review the work. PHOTO: Jimmicane

Our in-house aerialist, Mason Ho, and Michael, review the work. PHOTO: Jimmicane

Jimmicane, Natazha, Parker Coffin and Sydney saying cheese at Rocky Point. PHOTO: Star

Jimmicane, Natazha, Parker Coffin and Sydney saying cheese at Rocky Point. PHOTO: Star

 

Sherm Moments

The morning is misty and still stirring in its bed. But Pipe is alive, men slipping under lurching, thunderous lips. A wave spits both ways and a man rolls to a stop, shaking his head in the channel while another man cuts straight toward shore before an approaching, guillotine left. In the foreground, near the shoreline, a supple blonde poses in the stillness.

The sun creeps over the Koolau Mountains, due east. Peaking over the lifeguard tower, its rays hit the model and she sparkles. Golden. In the background, through her arms, through her legs and through the space between her arcing chin and bending neck, men pull in…two, three, four…and explode into vision. Nathan. John John. Mason.

On location, North Shore of Oahu, for the 2012 SURFING Magazine Swimsuit Issue and the day begins with magic. Michael Sterling Eaton, our man behind the lens, goes gonzo — slithering through the sand on hands and knees to find the best angle. To get that God-shot. And our models…Good Lord, our models.

The blonde: Sydney. Too perfect. Face like an angel. Body like a super-model angel. Kind of smile that’d make Jesus blush in his sandals. The brunette: Natazha. Ethnic. Dusky. Legs for days, stray tats, curves like the road to f—king Hana. The pro: Sarah. Guess girl. Maxim favorite. Behind that lens — something extraterrestrial. Girl gets low, contorts and the stars collide.

From the deck of the Volcom House, the boys hoot and whistle. At the women. At the waves. At both. It’s unclear which, exactly, but also irrelevant. The men are in the water, the women are in swimsuits; life is as it should be. The boys cheer for two corresponding scenes of beauty. They praise this morning and its wonders. Its dripping, spitting, arcing wonders. —Beau Flemister

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