A photographer, a thinker, a filmmaker—Luca Werner does it all. Mostly focused on skateboarding and the little moments of life, Luca try to capture the details and the emotions of a specific time with his camera.
We went out for a few beers but I was uncomfortable the whole time, anxiously watching the water slowly rise and chain smoking Vietnamese cigarettes like those monkeys on YouTube. I’m not a smoker. I don’t know why I put my health in jeopardy but I was already drudging through brown bacteria filled water, so what the hell.
I had arrived on the North Shore of Hawaii three weeks ago, in search of a legendary wave—Pipeline. It is a wave so perfect that it occupies the dreams of surfers everywhere on the planet. Pipeline sits, hidden in plain sight, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. But the goal wasn’t to catch one of these waves for myself, but rather, as a surf photographer, to capture a shot of the world’s greatest surfers catching one of the greatest waves of their lives.
I had come to Iceland because I wanted to do something different. People back home told me I was crazy to go somewhere cold, expensive and unknown. Why didn’t I go to Indonesia, they said, where I could be guaranteed constant, perfect surf in tropical conditions for a fraction of the cost? Yes, I thought, along with hundreds of other surfers.
The Faroe Islands are known as the islands of sheep, which is how the islands got their name in the first place. But they’re also the islands of a thousand waterfalls and windy, narrow roads etched between steep cliffs and volcanic mountains, ever-changing climate, deep fjords and dried fish and farmed salmon.
Nouvelle Vague’s first event, in collaboration with Niyama Yoga and Shawinigan Surf Co was at ORA Boutique on November 17th, and it was very, very good. It was a delight to see the surf and travel community of Shawinigan, Trois-Rivieres and Montreal get together to celebrate Nathan Oldfield’s latest film, The Church of the Open Sky, as well as Les Ateliers Baume’s documentary, Berim.
Walking into my new hostel this morning, I was greeted by fellow lone wanderers and remembered for the first time in two weeks why I fell in love with travelling solo. There’s this vitality that hovers in the air, and it allows me to do things I would never do at home, like ask a stranger to join me for dinner or a coffee.