‘Surfer’s Blood’ Cuts
This month marks the launch of surf photographer, Patrick Trefz’ new book, Surfer’s Blood depicting a different side of surfing free from the bee-stung logos and high in the sky attitude. Instead, Trefz trains his lens on the icons in the surf world, the decisive moment where man meets nature and a wide angle gaze of surf photography as an art form. Naturally, a handful of photos didn’t make it into this 128-page volume so I asked to see some of those selections along with a caption for each.
Winter time on the Central Coast. South winds and big, abrupt swells popping out of nowhere; slamming into the unsheltered beaches and coves with raw power.
Darryl ‘Flea’ Virostko on one of those open, west facing nooks that turns a medium size swell into a hectic situation.
Epic French Polynesian reef pass without a soul in sight.
I came across this beautiful scenario near Raglan, New Zealand.
Surfing’s ultimate place to be—the tube. Josh Mulcoy clocking some serious green room time in Oaxaca, Mexico.
We bought this cool van in Santa Cruz, CA and headed south to Mexico and Central America. We spent five months on the road, hitting up all sort of waves and coming across some pretty crazy adventures.
King of Style, Rob Machado, carving on his Skip Frye fish. Pavones, Costa Rica.
An unsurfable wave becomes a point of inspiration, frozen in time in a still photo. French Polynesia.
My friends in the photo feel a certain level of anxiety. A first time for them to surf this wave, they are not quit sure what to be more intimidated by, the shallow, urchin covered rock slab or the big white sharks that eagerly circle the deep water sea lion colony.
Tom Carroll might be 50 years old but he still surfs with the heart of a grommet.
Pre-order copies Patrick Trefz’ Surfer’s Blood published by Powerhouse Books are sold out. Keep an eye out for the second pressing.