I’m just like any of you readers out there. No, really, I am. I read the mags and admire the guys like David Rastovich. He does yoga, right? And it’s supposed to help your surfing? Well he seems cool and mysterious, likes saving dolphins and has a funky tattoo on his foot; yeah, maybe this yoga thing might be good for me, too? FSM published a story on Bikram’s yoga (volume 3 number 12) a couple years ago. I recently came upon the article and decided to give this yoga thing a try.
Like many people, when I try something for the first time, I go “all in.” I bought a $30, 30-day unlimited Bikram’s yoga pass in Kailua and proceeded to frequent the joint religiously. I went six days in my first week and as I had imagined, the place was swarming with hot chicks. And by hot chicks, I mean being sandwiched between two sweaty middle-aged men. Score!

Jamie O’Brien, Pipe legend, aerial connoisseur, North Shore standout, was once quoted as saying

A LOOK INSIDE THE HAWAI‘I ART SCENE TO WHET YOUR PALETTE
Photo: Hilton Dawe

Dave Homcy

Once upon a time, surf movies meant something. But by the late ’90s, the movies had turned to videos and then eventually turned to flicks, leaving surfers with a formulaic and segmented view of surf culture and more so, the world, as locales mattered little compared to the waves. Snap, cutback, tail slide, tube ride, air, floater; Repeat.

With the much-anticipated swell filtering into the Southern Hemisphere, the surf was cranking with double-overhead sets and closing down the second podium for a good portion of the day. As a result, the contest site for the second podium was moved farther down the beach, with the girls repercharge put on hold due to conditions. Not so for the boys, as the boys under-18 heats hit the rough conditions and were on the prowl to find the right openings for a solid hit or two.