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  • September 22 - Op-Ed
    The year was 1999. The city was Rio de Janeiro. The afternoon was bright and humid. I rented a bike in Leme and peddled south along the beachfront, that wavy-patterned promenade that’s almost as iconically Rio as Sugarloaf or the Christ statue. I passed rollerblading girls in dental floss bikinis and shirtless, leathery old men in Speedos, socks, and shoes who ran in short steps, almost shuffling. I watched a barefoot kid in red shorts run with a soccer ball balanced on his head. I…
    By Jamie Brisick
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  • March 22 - Op-Ed
    “A lot of life is just blind faith, pushing through the flat spots. But if we’re going to do something, it’s important that we give it 100%.” We were in Tae Kwon Do class, we were sparring, we were about 45 minutes into our hour-long session when our instructor, Mr. Rhee, spoke loudly in that commanding voice of his. “Okay, over here,” he said, waving the dozen of us yellow belts into the center of the dojang. “In the bathroom there’s Windex and paper towels. I want you…
    By Jamie Brisick
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  • November 30 - Op-Ed
    It has been three weeks since we made a most controversial sort of history here in the United States and elected Donald Trump to the highest office in our country. Emotions have been raw ever since that fateful Tuesday with an unsettling mix of story lines dominating the news cycles and a palatable sense of uncertainty in full bloom both in the streets and on the internet.
    By Outerknown
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  • November 21 - Op-Ed
    The view from the rock pool in Palm Beach, Sydney is murky green, with shafts of amber sunlight that dance with the seaweed and rocks on the bottom. This is the lap swimming view, of course. It’s an image I associate with wellbeing, mental health, healing. I know it well. In the year after my wife died I spent two months in Sydney. Nearly every morning I swam back and forth in the Palm Beach rock pool, sometimes in the afternoon too. It’s 50 meters long; I’d typically do ten lengths.…
    By Jamie Brisick
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  • October 19 - Op-Ed
    They rode Logan Earth Skis with Bennett trucks and Road Rider 4s. They pulled Berts, power slides, 360s, Mark Richards-inspired swoops. They wore raggedy Vans deck shoes, Op cord shorts, frayed T-shirts. And boxers—no serious skater wore butt huggers. They did not know it at the time, they preferred not to intellectualize, it went against the id of their ravages, but they were projecting, imagining, reappropriating. These were not the blacktop banks of Paul Revere Middle School in…
    By Jamie Brisick
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  • September 6 - Op-Ed
    The Home Depot that now sits in place of the legendary Stardust Ballroom. Photo: Jamie Brisick "Entering the venue that night, I was first stunned by the wall-to-wall punks, then frightened by how sinister everyone looked." - Jamie Brisick Today, a Home Depot, but in 1979 the 5612 Sunset Boulevard address belonged to the Stardust Ballroom, a roller skating rink turned nightclub. And on November 30 of that year, I saw my first punk show: Iggy Pop. Earlier that summer I had…
    By Jamie Brisick
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  • August 31 - Op-Ed
    Waiting at the gate at Heathrow in that half-asleep state where you don’t so much dream as feel the echoes of your years on earth, I woke and realized I have been coming here for five decades. My first trip to the British Isles was in 1972. I was five. In Toughskins and Keds, I visited Stonehenge and Tintagel Castle and the Brontë Parsonage Museum. I ate greasy fish and chips wrapped in newspaper. Skipping stones on the Lakes of Killarney with my brothers, I grabbed a thin rock that…
    By Jamie Brisick
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  • July 21 - Journey / Op-Ed
    "New cameras come out every year increasing in speed and quality. It makes the act of taking a professional quality photo an ongoing struggle, something I’ve for whatever reason pushed back against." - Zak Bush These days it’s rare to have a piece of technical equipment last more than 18 months no matter what field you’re in. The world we live in is constantly rebooting, upgrading and improving at an exponential rate. As a photographer I’m right in the middle of this…
    By Zak Bush
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  • June 6 - Op-Ed
    There’s a hint of Southern Italy’s Amalfi coast, a trace of Sydney’s Tamarama, an acute déjà vu-ishness: I know that nook, those boats, that flight of stairs, just not sure exactly where? Which is precisely the point. Jules de Balincourt’s Sanctuary is a sensorial speedball. It’s oil on panel, yes, but it also contains the burn of hot sun on shoulders, the waft of briny sea and fresh catch (sardines?), the slap and hiss of waves on shore, the mood-lifter and other-worldly purr that is…
    By Jamie Brisick
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  • May 18 - Op-Ed
    Whether we write them down or not, we all have bucket lists. For some they’re simple; learn a second language or drive cross-country. Other's lists are deeper and more complex. What I've found is that once you really start living, checking off those things that you need to do before "kicking the bucket", the list doesn't get any smaller. Instead, it starts growing. Those life changing experiences that you feel you need end up opening your eyes, to new ideas, new adventures and new challenges.
    By Zak Bush
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  • November 17 - Op-Ed
    Brisick as a young stoked Grom. "I was 21, on the pro tour, an aspiring superman of the Rocky Balboa variety when the record Instinct by Iggy Pop came out in 1988." - Jamie Brisick There are the ones that mean nothing: Say I’d like to know where / You got the lotion, or Like a virgin / Kissed for the 31st time. And then there are the ones that seem tailored to suit the job at hand—and redirect lives. I was 21, on the pro tour, an aspiring Superman of the Rocky Balboa…
    By Jamie Brisick
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