I'll See You in Indo

4 SALT SOCIETY 5SALT SOCIETY
Contents
Japan
The Sea
Skate
I’ll See you In Indo
Editors note
I remember picking a new bus
number from the map, my duty
was the left window, my mate
was on the right. We would ride
the bus wherever it wanted to go,
untill we spotted a bank or stair set
or anything that might be worth
skating. Ring the bell and jump off,
hit the spot then hit the bus again.
Skate hard, fuck our bodies then
find out which of our mates was
working at macas. This was our
routine for years. We skated our
way down every bus route in perth,
across every suburb, along every
street.meat

the ocean carves a path through the soul
our blood runs blue like the day
our blue blood boils at the
a comfort in the bleakness of the blue
a sandy beach a featureless horizon
light just tinkering with the water
the sound of the waves follow me in my dreams
miles from the beach these comforts call to me
a salt sprayed air swells the lungs
and the sand gently massages the feet
oceans calls to me in my dreams
seems stronger the longer I stray
stray I must to find my place
face my fear and find my faith
I find comfort in the bleakness
bobbing alone in the blue
a featureless horizon
a sand speckled shore
salt sprayed air swells in my lungs
crushing waves pound the ear drums
cold water running to your bones

Japan
I remember picking a new bus number from the map, my duty
was the left window, my mate was on the right. We would ride the
bus wherever it wanted to go, untill we spotted a bank or stair set
or anything that might be worth skating. Ring the bell and jump
off, hit the spot then hit the bus again. Skate hard, fuck our bodies
then find out which of our mates was working at macas. This was
our routine for years. We skated our way down every bus route
in perth, across every suburb, along every street. Those were my
glory days of skating.

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The Sea
Sometimes i visit the ocean.
But usually she visits me.
I find comfort in her bleakness
bobbing alone in the blue
The sound of waves follow me
miles away these comforts call
a salt sprayed air swells in my lungs
and the sand gently massages my feet
crushing waves pound the ear drums
cold water running to my bones.
I could never leave the ocean

I visit the ocean
She visits me
I visit for a day
she stays for the night
Sometimes I stray
but never for long
The ocean is where i belong

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When I was growing up all I did was skate, every day, every
weekend I skated. I wasn’t bad but I had no style. Skating is about
perfection, nailing that trick on the bolts. It’s a lot less forgiving
than surfing, if you dont land that trick perfectly the chances are
you won’t roll away at all, and you’ll end up loosing half the skin
from your hands, elbows and knees.
This developed a strong anger in me, I was frustrated with my lack
of style and angry at myself if I couldn’t land a trick. I had no one
else to blame for my inability, the spot wasn’t changing, neither did
my board, the only thing letting me down was me. As for surfing
there is a massive leneancy that exists, you can go for a move,
get halfway there then decide to give up and just float away, not
to mention if you fall you usually land on a rather forgiving, albeit
damp, medium. Surfing for me was a huge relief. when you surf it
is a symbiotic relationship you have with the wave. When you take
off you don’t know exactly what the wave will throw at you and it
is up to you to cooperate and try to do the best you can on what
the wave gives you. This is the key difference to skateing. Because
the blame is shared.
If you aim for that lip and want to bust the fins through it, you
might find it crumbles before you get there. Not entirely your
fault and as a result you can’t be angry at yourself. This kind of
relationship slowly bread the anger out of me. Today I find surfing
isn’t about perfection, it’s about style and having fun,. relaxing and
enjoying time spent in the ocean. This has translated into my skat-
ing and all of a sudden I had style, I had surf style. My stance was
different I used my surfing to my advantage and I found enjoyment
in skating where I had previously only felt frustrated. The ocean
has changed my life and I owe everything to that.
Skateboarding

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“coming from surfing i think
skateboarding originally
held similar traits but now,
skateboarding has become
its own beast. skateboarding
today is aggressive and it
takes a different sort of
personality to skate.”

I’ll see you in Indo
It was going to take a miracle for us to all get there, should have bought a bumper
sticker. Once the whispers began to spread the word travelled fast. No one
wanted to miss another chance to get lost amongst the indonesian islands and
find some perfect waves. I first caught wind of the trip when I picked up some rare
wifi at the local Wakanai train station in the very northern tip of Japan. After weeks
of cycling through Japan I was pleased to see a solo facebook message pop up.
My response was pretty straight forward; I fly out from Tokyo on the 12th, Ill meet
you in Denpasar on the 13th. Probably a few more excited nonsese words. Once I
got to tokyo I booked a carry on only flight to Indo, I chained my bike up opposite
the 109 at Shibuya station. My bike had been my home and transport for weeks
but I was going to have to come back for it.
I conned the boys departing perth into squeezing a spare board into there
coffin bag, knowing they would get stung at the local airports. Touching down
in denpasar first priority was remembering the basic bahasah you need to keep
the porters off our back. uncontactable i waited for the other 4 in the designated
6 room hotel just behind kuta beach. At 1 am, finally i heared the board bags
clunking up the stairs. I lept to the door to greet them, but they were one
man short. Tim was denied at Perth airport with 5 and a half months left on his
passport, with some quick wit and persuasive talks he managed to get his flight
transferred 2 days later assuming his emergency passport came through. The
5 was down to 4, we were just waiting on jack who was fresh off a tour of the
middle east. The three of us headed out sober to get our eye in and maybe just
glimpse the vortex.
Our connecting flight was the next day, as we were lugging our bags through the
airport we had no idea jack was confronting the loss of a colleage back home and
wasn’t even considereing getting on the plane. As for myself I was due to pick up
a new underwater housing the morning of the flight, not the best idea, but time
wasn’t really on my side. Again the worst case senario unfolded in front of us.
The housing wasn’t ready, I could pick it up that afternoon but that would mean
I missed the flight to Bima. It wouldn’t be a big issue but flights only flew there
once every 2 days. I decided to wait, get the housing and meet up with Tim. So of
the original five, two boys were on the flight to Bima.
Finally I got on the plane with tim and landed at Bima and we loaded up the van
for the 3hr drive to lakey peak. A good time to catch up and talk about all the
waves we had already missed. Eventually the five of us made it to Lakey Beach
and as if in appreciation of our efforts and bad luck we could see good swell
starting to head our way, the next 2 weeks we spent more time in the water than
on land and paddled in only to feast of fresh sashimi or a fat-ma’s tacos. Every
evening we’d crowd around a projector to watch the footage from the day, laugh
at everyone copping a beat down and celebrating when someone came charging
out of a barrell.

I was never an art student, as much as i lament that now,
but I was always a photographer. I can thank my dad for that.
Something about that old dusty camera bag on top of the
wardrobe captured my attention. After a while he gifted me
the Olympus OM-2, I remember carrying it everywhere, but
oddly don’t think I shot much. Film is a familiar friend but
unfortunately she rarely visits me today.
After I finished school I knew I needed to traverse the
cavernous precipice to the safety of the digital outcrop, I
invested $250 into an Olympus body and couldn’t have been
happier. I loaded up my car and my girlfriend and I drove
around Australia, we took the coastal road for about six
months, I did little else than eat, surf, craft shell necklaces
and make images. I began shooting everyday, having the
camera in my hand all the time. Without a laptop I dutifully
filled and dumped cards onto a hard drive. In Broome for my
Eighteenth birthday my girlfriend bought me a photography
book, this book changed my life. It helped my photography
instantly and made me seriously consider becoming a
photographer. Then she taught me photoshop and I can say
with confidence that without her you would not be reading
this book and I certainly wouldn’t be a photographer.
JAMES JORDAN
PHOTOGRAPHER:

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