Loosen the buckles and spread your hams. Pour yourself a snifter of liquid morphine and relax in the folds of this magazine called Stab. It’s new, built from the ground up by the ex-editors of ASL and Waves.
Here’s where we’re at, issue one:
When Taj Burrow came back from Brazil late last year, throat filled with viral oysters and rattled that he’d blown his shot at the title, we flew innovative American photographer D.Hump over to WA with his Hasselblads and super wide-angle gear, hired a chopper for two days and got Taj’s personal photographer Twiggy into the bird. Jake Paterson got behind the wheel of his jetski and, together, we documented a Great Surfer doing Great Things, all from 100 feet above.
Jamie Brisick spent December on Oahu photographing
the outstanding women who currently tease and please the North Shore.
CJ Hobgood called from Miami and we worked out a name for his signature
move, officially a backside oop, now called a Yella Twist (page 26).
Kieren Perrow told us how weed crippled him, why he’s now free. Catto
agreed to put in a contest to win a twin-fin, crafted by his own hand.
Webster, leg in plaster, lifted himself from the infirmary to explain
the cultural phenomenon of The Catfish Gang.
The deal is, Stab comes out every two months. We won’t be sticking DVDs or wax combs or any other trinket on our covers. We’ll work hard to make your seven bucks money well spent. We think you deserve more than hacked-up stories that appeared months ago in Surfer or Transworld and slavish profiles on everyday grunts who’ll never inspire you with their surfing. If you like Stab, you buy.
And the name? It comes from a way of describing a big attack on the lip. Appropriate, because above all, We Like to Surf. – Derek Rielly
