Curtis Reale

The East coast of Australia is a beautiful expanse of wave rich towns and cities which travelers flock to in droves each year. All along the coast there are numerous surf breaks that will catch the eye of any surfer hungry for a clean peak or a challenging session. These coastal locales host a great number of interesting hurdles to climb, such as where to park and post-surf food spots. From the tropical beach town of Noosa Heads to the busy city of Sydney there are waves and answers for all, if you know where to look.

By Curtis RealeAt Berlin’s Club Gretchen the lights dimmed and the air was thick with anticipation as a low anxious whisper rumbled through the venue. The audience fell silent as the first musicians took the stage, awakening neon blue lights that eased the crowd into a hypnotic trance.A pair of drums cracked through the stillness, followed by the low animalistic hum of two vocalists whose improvisation coiled through the crowd.Among the spectators, Berlin-based festival planner Maria Felipe lean...

ASM’s stories are clean, family-friendly, and deeply connected to the real lives of surfers. Lambert insists they are trying to tell stories that have impact and can make a difference. It’s a deliberate break from the industry’s often jaded and commercialized tone. The magazine’s rapid evolution from digital upstart to a publication with ambitions for print is a testament to a singular vision, rooted in community growth and providing opportunities for young writers to tell stories that matter....

The familiar scent of salt air was tinged with smoke, making lineups feel lighter in the shadow of loss. In the aftermath of the wildfires, Malibu surfers weren’t just wrestling with battered waves and murky water. They were facing something deeper, a fractured community scarred by destructive flames and the loss of family homes. The Palisades Fire left over 6,800 structures destroyed and many families without a home. The runoff from these memory-filled structures left many surf spots polluted a...

In April of 1965, The Vietnamese jungle felt unusually humid on this particular afternoon with an air engulfed in fumes of distant fires. This created a suffocating atmosphere filled with unknowns, which surrounded Staff Sergeant Frank Lee and the rest of his squadron. As they walked up to the desolate village on patrol, boots covered in mud, hands tightly gripping their metal machine guns, something seemed off. Slowly making their rounds they realized the village seemed much more isolated than usual. The doors of the makeshift wooden homes were wide open, empty, and filled with dust, producing an eerie feeling of abandonment. They continued along the path led by the battered brick walls, wearily trudging down the dirt road to the center of the village. As they reached the end of this path, they paused for a moment, sitting in silence.