His teenage years were lost to ice addiction and crime. Now, aged 22, Tom de Souza looks to the future with hope.
As featured in The Weekend Australian Magazine.
Surfing often conjures up an image of swaying palm trees, deserted white sandy beaches, and warm cerulean blue reef passes. More often than not, this isn't the case.
As featured on Tracksmag.com.au
How Margaret River's 'Rat Pack' thrust Jacob Willcox onto the world stage.
“Dumpster diving is a reflection of the fact there is still good food going to waste,”
Meet the 'chainsaw artist' who built a 10 acre sculpture park entirely on his own.
Perth needs a wave pool. Badly. But will bureaucracy and the local bowling club prevail?
As featured in Tracks Mag.
A dusty gravel driveway leads through the scrub. Halfway up the drive sit two tin humpies, and behind them, acres of bushland sprawl to the horizon. This is Pete Dwyer’s surfboard shaping enterprise.
As featured in Your Margaret River Region magazine.
Take a trip on seven of the most scenic drives around WA's vast and rugged expanse.
As featured in the BMW Magazine.
The Gibb River Road is not for the faint of heart. The 660km rammed earth road spans nearly the entire length of the Kimberley region and is one of the most remote and rugged roads in the world.
As featured on Broome Visitors Guide.
The Talking Heads blast from a speaker, muffling the monotony of the open road. 'We're on a road to nowhere. We don't know where it goeeeeess'.
As featured in TRACKS Magazine Issue 557.
One week out in the scrub with the local mob.
The car begins to wobble preternaturally, and then suddenly, the wheel comes flying off and the car skids to a halt in a cloud of dust!
Bidding Red Bluff a final farewell.
Rob is the oldest man at Red Bluff. Aged 71, he’s a scholar in the lifelong study of surfing. ‘The Professor’ is one of his many nicknames.
One month at the Bluff, and normal surfing just isn't enough!
After three days,
In the desert sun,
My face began to turn red.
La la laaaah, lah lah lah lah
Sundown, in a cave on the beachfront. A walkway skirts the overhang, the monumental Red Bluff shrouded in darkness overhead. Down in the sand a fire is burning slowly, and on the white hot coals a goat curry simmers in a camp oven.
An influx of new arrivals is the first sign of an anticipated swell.
How the beginning of a surf trip to the Bluff went very wrong.
At every big wave locale around the globe, a solid swell brings a mythical breed from the woodwork.
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