Triple Works - The New Jeans World Tour
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Day 2:
I slept in the jeans in a vain attempt to stretch the waist… I failed! I will now wear them with the top button open and a shirt covering my privates!
Its the middle of Winter and that means storm season! Today, the winds are up around 70+ knots and a 5 metre swell is smashing the coast.
Here are some photos of the South Coast right next door to my neighbourhood
Houghton Bay - One of my favourite surf spots despite the toxic waste that sometimes spills out here.
Princess Bay next to Houghton Bay - You can't surf here but its a great place to hang out in Summer… when the hippies don't turn up with their fire poi! The waves you can see are actually at Houghton Bay.
Realsurf - This is our local surf shop at Lyall Bay beach.
Inside Realsurf.
Just got my Paddle fixed. I was the first person in Wellington to cross over to Stand Up Paddle Surfing, I get heaps of sh*t from the boys. (I'm wearing the jeans)
Breaker Bay - This is one of the most dangerous waves in Wellington. That rock is two storey's high and the wave basically breaks on a dry reef, if you fall off here you're in big trouble! Its also the nude beach… but there's nothing to show you today.
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Cool pic's Hemi, NZ Wellington, Lyall Bay represent. Ahhh Wellington on a bit of a windy day.
Peace
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In my house, that's a perfectly reasonable action- her feet are far too close for comfort. A man's gotta develop the self protection instinct early. Especially with a sister nearby…
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Day 4:
Fun lunch time wave at Lyall Bay.
View of the South Island Mountains on the 2 minute drive home from the beach. Its a three hour ferry ride from Wellington (bottom of the North Island) to Picton (top of the South Island).
I get home and the kids are waiting to walk to the local Movie Cinema.
Nina and Bailey.
3D Glasses for Despicable Me 2.
The Roxy Cinema - This theatre was originally built in 1928 to screen silent films. In 1932 the cinema was converted to screen 'talkies' with the last film being shown in 1964. Then it was turned into a shopping mall before closing down. It re-opened in 2011 with the help of a group of new owners from the film and hospitality industry… You never know who you might bump into here!
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Day 5:
One of my hobbies is rolling around with grown men (and a few brave women) in what I describe as homoerotica.
I took the TW jeans off for a few minutes to get some photos for the HWDC2 - Sports Challenge.
The best way to fade jeans is by rubbing them on other people!
A little move I invented called the "push me, pull me"… beautiful harmony!
I can stay here all day… don't fight it, there is no escape!
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Great stuff Hemi; BJJ in TW jeans! Are the Gracie's fans of heavyweight denim….?
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Day 6:
Some normal photos for Giles!
My good friend Jonny has returned from Auckland for a holiday. He's studying dance and has a knack for destroying jeans. Here we are holding the World Tour jeans next to Jonny's original TW pair.
World Tour jeans and Jonny's original TW jeans.
Jonny's 3Sixteen SL and ST jeans Front.
Jonny's 3Sixteen SL and ST jeans Back.
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Cool pic's of your part of the tour Hemi.
Cheers for the updates.
Peace
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Day 7:
On my way home I stopped by my good friends lowbrow art gallery, Eyeball Kicks.
Eyeball Kicks.
Eyeballs.
Owners and all-round good fullas Calvin and Monique.
They always have cool posters…
… and framed art
"Pania of the Reef" - This Maori legend tells how Pania left the sea people to marry Karitoki, a chieftain whose whare (house) was sited in an area now known as Sturm's Gully on Napier's Bluff Hill.
After Karitoki departed to fight in a long tribal war, Pania's original family called to her at sunset and at dawn. Unable to resist their siren voices, she swam out to meet them. When she tried to return to the shore, she was drawn down to the caverns of the sea. Angered by her divided loyalties, Moana-nui-a-kiwa, lord of the sea, transformed her into a rocky shelf now known as "Pania's Reef" which lies just off the Napier breakwater.
Cuba Street back in the day - The Bucket Fountain, bumper cars and drunks… the fountain and the drunks are still here!
Looking back at the northwest end of the city on my way home… can you believe its the middle of winter?
The Carter Fountain on Oriental Parade. The fountain was a gift to the city from local resident Hugh Carter in 1973. Carter was inspired by a fountain he saw in Geneva in the early 1960s. He slipped and drowned just days after the fountain was officially opened.
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great tour updates hemi.
