In 1976, I found myself in the odd and precariously uncomfortable position of photo editor of Down the Line, a tabloid magazine edited and produced by Michael Tomson and Patrick Lee. My title sounded grandiose but in truth, it mean that I would spend many nights in the kitchen of my Botanic Gardens Road in the dark and with  Jenny, processing rolls of film and printing loads of black and white 8 by 10s.

Johnny Coconut’s piece about tripping through the Mentawais

A collection of random pics

I packed my gear the night before and undetected, escaped from the old age home in the early hours of the morning, and headed for North Beach where I met the team.

Not quite true but almost. I was so pumped to go back to the coast, a movie I’ve neglected for far too long. Arriving at the break, and seeing the lump from the fullish tide, I remembered the perfectly groomed waves at Kelly’s Surf Ranch all over the net the night before.

I’ve been shooting fashion for decades. Here’s a small sample.

A collection of pictures that hopefully define an era when surfing was being established as a bona vide sport. check out some of the protaganists.

This is where the work on the beach and in the water landed over the years of working for magazines around the globe.