Every group of like-minded people has its annual summit, a combination group hug, think-tank, motivational kick-in-the-pants, meat market, and (sometimes) drunk tank. Fantasists have Comic-Con, pagans have PantheaCon, computer hackers have DEFCON, and the cinema elite have plain old Cannes (some of you just pronounced that correctly for the first time).
A transformative tale of three local shapers
Wave-smoothing kelp beds, world class point breaks, and a relatively protected southwest-facing bay together tailor Santa Cruz into a high-performance surfing mecca. Marry nature’s bounty with the ingenuity of three local shapers at the forefront of producing red-hot, light and durable custom boards out of expanded polystyrene (EPS), and you’ve got one potent combination.
Photo Credit, Kelly V
When I was a kid I had no idea that comic books came out every Wednesday. Growing up without much money made trips to the shops pretty scarce so I would rarely see the same books twice. For all I knew my store was visited by the comic fairy constantly since every time I went, there would be all new and amazing reasons to warrant the public humiliation of begging for 2 dollars from my Mom. Back then the only scheduled comics that I knew of and could look forward to came in the newspaper - the daily black and whites (which felt like nothing more than a temporary fix) and that glorious Giant Sized Sunday Annual that came buried beneath what felt like pounds of coupons every week.