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☾3 days in Paradise with Alex & Koa Smith☽
by Beau Flemister via Surfing Magazine
part I A Profound and Ancient Warmth… When the boys stepped off the tarmac, they could feel the ground shudder. It wasn’t an earthquake or anything, Tahiti just has that raw sort of rumbling way about her. There is a primordial power, or vibration, or mana — whatever you wanna call it — that permeates everything there. The colors and plants and people seem to come from somewhere very deep and seismic. From below the roots. From the core of the earth. The air there smells of fruit and fragrant tiare flowers erupting in bloom. The towering mountains burst like emerald pyramids from the ground. The local people radiate a profound warmth and kindness from somewhere very deep and ancient. Alex and Koa Smith felt it immediately. This was no weekend in LA or Vegas — exhausting and glitzy — this was a weekend in Tahiti, and a weekend in Tahiti is explosive. Volcanic.
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Alex and Koa were hosted by Tahurai Henry and his family, a clan that embodies that Polynesian warmth. They had bubbling magma glowing in their smiles. The Henrys also had blood rites to the land known as Teahupoo and took the Smiths in for the weekend and showed them much iorana. With their blessing, the Smiths headed out to the surf, beyond the shallow lagoon teeming with playful reef sharks and out to the pass where the water is the color that all blues spawn from.
More Explosive, More Dreamlike, More Volcanic…
The surf at Teahupoo was a windless, terrifyingly perfect 10- 12-feet. But there were rumors that it was closed to the public. Closed, furthermore, to Alex and Koa due to a surreal Hollywood production of stuntmen, 6-figure cameras, film crews and directors that had turned the wave into their very own set for the forthcoming movie Point Break 2. Stuntmen like Bruce Irons, Laurie Towner and Anthony Walsh were towing into backless dream pits, two at a time, exploding into the channel practically on top of one another. The rumors however weren’t quite founded and Alex and Koa were whizzed into the lineups by Jet Ski to paddle with a handful of others allowed on set. Thus, between film takes and cuts, the two brothers stroked into some of the heaviest barrels of their lives. Pigdogging and driving through surf more explosive— more volcanic — than the island of Tahiti, itself.
They Told The Brothers in the Twilight…
By the end of two solid days filled with detonating tubes and the surreal, floating circus they’d been a part of in the lineup, Alex and Koa caught wind of a fabled shindig on the neighboring island of Moorea. Some kind of massive, local festival that happens once every three months was ensuing at a resort with wooden pathways that walked on water toward chic bungalows hovering over a psychedelically blue lagoon. The timing was immaculate and after a short ferry ride, the two brothers followed the wooden docks back out to sea and toward the music and bodies dancing. There, they met startlingly beautiful muses, not unlike the muses they’d known from their home in Hawaii, but perhaps even more startling, as these muses spoke to them in French. They told the brothers, Bleu de la mer, vert jungle, île extatique, faire le pont volcanique, and they understood completely…Sea blue, jungle green, island ecstatic — weekend volcanic. photos by Brent Beilmann, Alicia Franco, Alex Smith / photo work by Dylan Lazo
VOLCANIC WEEKEND INSTA FLAIR