Time flies, so we stop it for a moment.
A 2012 photo feature
Follow SURFING’s Chas Smith through Florida to see if his deep-seeded disdain for the Sunshine State is warranted, or if he falls in love.
With notes from the surf and the Republican National Convention. #chasgoesright
SURFING Staff Writers tell how they got their starts — when there wasn’t a contest like this
Chas Smith found his start in the Middle East of all places. Right underneath Osama Bin Laden’s nose.
Chas Smith’s pick for the Billabong XXL Ride of the Year.
Would you believe his decision is color-based?
REINVENTING: The Costa Rica Caribbean, The Surf Girl, The Board Dimension, and The Rivalry
John John Florence graces the cover
You know those three letters on the nose of Bobby Martinez’s board? FTW? This is the man behind those letters. Story by Chas Smith.
Part one of three: An orphan, murder # 1 and Tommy Lee
This issue begins at Lei Lei’s with Chas Smith. Mai tais and Kona lagers. Poke, salmon and rib racks.
The Hawaiian way of life.
Chas Smith: Is Jaws the oceanic version of Ronald Reagan?
A discussion of style and of substance
Chas Smith recalls a jet-propelled North Shore winter.
Headshakes, laughter and applause
After a six year reign over professional surfing, Brodie Carr resigns.
I spent the best part of Thursday evening chatting with Kelly Slater, and I couldn’t help but wonder
Is he the greatest sportsman of all time?
Chas Smith’s story is in today’s issue of the Grey Lady
In the NYT Style magazine, of course
As Irene came and went in NYC, another sort of storm was brewing
Something Quik Pro this way comes
Feeling recovered and sitting in Portland, Oregon, where Peter Pans ride about on bicycles in the throes of perpetual youth, I can astutely assert that surf is it
Surf is the only thing that matters
They do an amazing job wrangling many and varied un-wrangleable elements — like that flippant slut, Nature
And Kelly Slater
Returning from a globe-trot, back to the warm waters of Cardiff by the Sea
Summer and trendy Montauk surf aesthetes are totally in season
The cultural anthropologist’s dream