Up, coffee, fins, coconuts with Terry (what up Terry), toothbrush, Monster tattoos, drive, snacks, it's windy, M&Ms, Dirty South, a crazy guy (what up crazy guy), surf but Chippa thinks he's skating, Banks beer, yeeeeeeah mate, Tyler, the Creator, drive more, John's still 14, six crazy guys, no bare back persons, conch shell, dance party, Gay and Coke, dance party, titties tattoo.

Tuesday in Barbados.

For too much of the last nine months Yadin was dry, out of the water, nursing an ankle he broke in Japan filming Dear Suburbia. During the downtime he renovated his house, procreated and got healthy, and now he's mended and back on surfboards, going fast and high and playing chicken with the flats.

This is Yadin at home in Santa Barbara.

Filmed by Andrew Schoener

These nine minutes are shaken from two long, surreal weeks of misadventure into parts of the world so far south they bend and warp and maybe going there makes you bend and warp a little too, because the boys sure did, especially at first when the waves didn't show and they didn't show and didn't show. Eventually Dane, Craig, Dion and Conner had to make a call to move or keep waiting. That night they went out, hard, as a [...]

We’ve been hanging with Dillon Perillo a bunch lately to film some pieces and he’s such a surreal conversationalist. Sometimes his lips move and you think, “This person belongs at MIT,” and other times you think, “This person belongs somewhere safe where there’s nothing hot or sharp.” But we always have a nice time with Dillon. We grabbed some bits of conversation off the floor leftover from filming. This is what it’s like to talk with him.


Here he [...]

This is the photographic version of that tiny plastic sample spoon they use at ice cream parlors to let you taste vanilla bean. It's a sample,  small but good, hey, damn good, so good your mouth calls up a double scoop before your mind can say no, and soon you've inhaled this whole frozen pile of creamy diabetic American bliss.

Less metaphorically this is a look at some of the filming locations from Dear Suburbia, more or less, vague enough to [...]

We just thought this was funny. More car banter in the desert with Craig, Mitch and Kai.

 
Kai: Oh that wind, we had an hour of it. We missed it. It just came and went.

Craig: I know, that was so heavy.

Mitch: It’s gonna be a light and banging wind right now.

Kai: What happens if you just go mad on the Merlot, Mitch? It could be your thang.

Craig: I’m kinda bugging out on the little 5’4”.
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Craig, Chippa and Mitch find themselves at a sharp cracked toenail on the foot of the earth. It's cold and hot with reef and sharks. Coming was loony, staying is too, but the waves are loonier still and pretty much empty and there's nothing the boys can do but go a little loony themselves. So they do, and here it is, with our comments.

Photos by Stu Gibson, Blake Myers and Kai Neville | Hover for full-screen

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Craig Rodney Anderson shot these photos on black-and-white film during our trip to the Australian desert, then captioned them via email from the road on another What Youth trip, to Mexico by way of Italy and Portugal. Craig is youth on the fucking run and his shot of Kai (No. 2 in the slideshow) belongs in a thousand-dollar TASCHEN hardback. It’s framed here on the wall in our studios.

We’ve been hanging with Dillon Perillo a bunch lately to film some pieces and he’s such a surreal conversationalist. Sometimes his lips move and you think, “This person belongs at MIT,” and other times you think, “This person belongs somewhere safe where there’s nothing hot or sharp.” But we always have a nice time with Dillon. We grabbed some bits of conversation off the floor leftover from filming. This is what it’s like to talk with him.


Here he [...]