Blake has developed oddly deep and tender relationships with some of the world’s best surfers — so much so that Dillon Perillo asked if he could write Blake’s contributor profile for us. We said maybe. This is what Dillon turned in.
A Short Biography of Blake Myers by Dillon G. Perillo
There's something about Blake that makes you wonder: Where the fuck is this human from? He lives in a psychedelic world, but without the LSD. Or maybe he's constantly on mescaline all day but nobody notices. Whatever the case is, there's something about Blake that's just a little off. But I find that beautiful. He's a gracious lunatic, admirable maniac, courteous psychopath. He's got an eye for film and an ear for indie music. He's a detached Kiwi from an island on New Zealand that's not really an island at all, but a peninsula, that at high tide becomes its own enclave of wild people. I know this because his friends share the same traits: quirky, weird, awkward, eccentric.
He now lives in a town called Coolangatta. Not many people know about his existence there, at least not the common folk. His posse consists mostly of creative, influential and intelligent youth, totally underground. They normally only wander around at night when Coolangatta is truly alive, occasionally humping trash cans screaming, "Make it, make it, don’t fake it!" while highly influenced by Harmony Korine's early pieces of questionable art.
Blake’s commander is Kai Neville, who orchestrates oversea voyages on which Blake is responsible for documenting the actions and candid voices of the assigned "professional surfers" (whatever that means). When Blake's not somewhere across the world, he’s slaving away for the men of What Youth in his rectangular shaped bed/office/laboratory of visual arts, conducting, creating and transforming — turning surfers into stars.
He's doing the right thing. He's being the right person. He does a lot for this world of surf, which sometimes goes unnoticed. But not for long. The era of Blake is coming. Beware and don't be ignorant. I think Blake deserves more than just a high-five or a common fist bump — maybe something along the lines of a gentle hug or firm shake. Thank you Blake. The beautiful mind.
Photo: Nate Lawrence