boardshorts
the water temperatures were hot, and so were the surfers.
I moved to Los Angeles in 2019, my days consisted of sun filled hours surfing at Malibu’s first point. I skipped class when the swell was good and quit my college swim team (what brought me out to ca) two weeks in because I wanted to surf. I was addicted.
It was late august. The water temperatures were hot, and so were the surfers. Brassy blond hair, tanned leather skin, salty bloodshot eyes, and a specific board short with a white patched logo on the back. I researched. I found them. Birdwell Beach Britches. I needed to get my hands on a pair.
Two months into my new passion, I was swiping through overpriced vintage t-shirts at Surfing Cowboy’s, when I landed on section of Birdwell trunks, originals, from the 80’s. They were perfect. Unlike the newer versions I’d been seeing, these had a half-inch waistband and came in every color imaginable.
I got my first pair. Green. I would slowly become one of those guys.
I lived in these shorts for the next six years. The more I wore them the softer they got, and the more graceful my style of long boarding became ~ before I knew it I was effortlessly dancing to the front of the board.
xx
Henry
beautiful