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1 month ago | 
stabmag.com | Coral McDuffee
6:00 am on the North Shore is an unforgiving hour. Light trade winds ruffle a gray sea, which looks far less inviting than the brochure. The sand is cold and wet with morning dew — or perhaps the unfinished ghosts of last night’s festivities. This is the morning after Barron Mamiya’s second consecutive Pipe win, after all. Surely, no one would be sadistic enough to run a $5,000 surf event on such a morning.
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Feb 28, 2025 | 
stabmag.com | Coral McDuffee
Is the triangle top here to stay? We asked the future and present of surfing. Get Stab Premium Home to the greatest films, series, and editorial in surfing. Already a member?
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Feb 25, 2025 | 
stabmag.com | Coral McDuffee
Purpose: What does modern surf wear for women look like? Is the bikini actually functional? Or is it just an archaic idea cooked up by (formerly) male industry heads to sell surfing via sex? In 2015 a homeschool kid in baggy clothes uploaded a song called “Ocean Eyes” to SoundCloud. In 2020, the 18-year-old won four Grammys in a green Gucci ensemble that reshaped the perception of feminine style. Billie Eilish’s wardrobe choices — often oversized — are based solely on personal expression.
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Jan 20, 2025 | 
stabmag.com | Coral McDuffee
“Nothing is ever certain. It’s all temporary. We just have to love it while it’s here and let it go when it’s gone,” a philosopher once said about the impermanence of life. Navigating through the haze of adolescence can feel disorienting — especially for a 19-year-old whose world (or at least place on the planet) switches every month. Our 2024 World Champion celebrates her coming-of-age in Blouse. “Growing up, I was always very tomboyish — I was often mistaken for a boy,” Caity says.
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Dec 4, 2024 | 
stabmag.com | Coral McDuffee
Who makes this season’s best 3/2? We tested 24 in Canada to find out. Get Stab Premium Home to the greatest films, series, and editorial in surfing. Already a member?
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Nov 24, 2024 | 
stabmag.com | Caity Simmers |Coral McDuffee
Filmed and Edited by Cameron Winkleman. “Why are my expectations for myself in cold water so much less than warm water?” Caity pondered in an eerie lineup. Northern California’s heavy water and heavy rubber makes lip connections more seldom and hold downs longer, even for World Champions. A couple weeks ago, Caity Simmers, Sawyer Lindblad, Samantha Sibley and I hit the eject button to chase a swell John Hunter (O’Neill’s wetsuit guru) clued us on to.
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Sep 3, 2024 | 
stabmag.com | Sun Bum |Kona Big Wave |Coral McDuffee
As told by Caity Simmers, Felicity Palmateer, Sachi Cunningham and more of surfing’s leading women. Get Stab Premium Home to the greatest films, series, and editorial in surfing. Already a member?
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Apr 2, 2024 | 
stabmag.com | Coral McDuffee
Summer of 2022: A guttural war cry loud enough to lead troops across Czechoslovakia rings through the pylons of Venutura’s pier. On the shore, a wetsuited Eithan Osborne wages war on an opposing surf party, citing them for “posting his clip on IG”. After 48 hours and 50 challenges (ranging from guzzling bootie juice to curb-stomping acid drops), one of the four Stab Highway, presented by Monster Energy, teams decided to take the game into their own hands.
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Feb 20, 2024 | 
stabmag.com | Coral McDuffee
“Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. I cried to dream again”Shakespeare’s brutish monster imparts this wisdom in the lost world of The Tempest. The ethereal atoll causes the book’s grimmest character (whose name, Caliban, represents the origin of ‘cannibal’) to elate in her natural beauty.
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Feb 13, 2024 | 
stabmag.com | Coral McDuffee
760 is the area code of Oceanside, the military town where the Simmers live. Once a beachside haven for the blue-collar, Oside’s phone line demographic has shifted more toward 801 (Salt Lake City), 310 (LA), and 415 (San Fran). The new numbers pay $2.2 – 5 mil to live where our parents settled in ’98 for $415 per month. The cry is free. And flat whites are not. However, a trained eye can peel back the layers of gentrified sprinter vans and neon cockerels to experience the O’s original flavor.
