A handful of recent projects and shorts I have created. If you or the company you represent are interested in having Runamuk Visuals create a concept or work on a production, be film or art based you can contact me at info@runamukvisuals.com

Project: Creative Destruction

Project: Nikon / Billabong Camera backpack short

Project: Kellogg’s Nutri-Grain Ironman Series

Project: John Butler Trio Documentary

Project: Monster Energy Girls

Project: Four Sure.

Project: Outback Hooligans for Dean Brady

Project: Plot Lost

I doubt there will be a better piece of surfing on the internet for a long time after this. Watching this made me so fucking happy, too finally see a collection of what Laurie has done in the ocean over the past few years is phenomenal. There is very few surfers who could put something like this on their resume!

I wrote a post a few days back about a trip to Singapore with the Squadron. It was glorious. Here it is in video.

I once ollie / manualled the Franklins block. It was around ’97 and at the time (along with chasing my first headie) it was a personal achievement. Summer would hit and the heat would drive me back to the ocean, my mere achievement on four wheels would be washed off with my love of the water… A lot has changed since then and to be perfectly honest, I’m not a skaters bag… I occassionally go get the milk and bread, throw down a few sess’s, hunt the odd palm shack and then thank fuck I made it home skuff free.

A few days ago I was in Singapore with a Squadron of kings, it was momentus. The vibes were high, the floors were higher. But it was a crew so different to any I’d travelled with before. For 2 things so similar, surfing and skating couldn’t be further apart. But a good cunt is a good cunt, and god damn we were rife with the smell. I believe I have a picture of some below.

Hooks and Gourlay. 2 of the Squadron’s finest

Mr Sparkes. Possibly the most entertaining being I have ever rolled with. The Devil has God in checkmate on Sparkes’ destiny.

(I think he should take rule of Purgatory, the place would be so hospitably debaucherous, motherfuckers would set up camp.)

Red and Tommy. From the outside in these 2 couldn’t be further apart. From the inside out, Skating is Lord. You aint stopping them.

So theres my textbook as possible intro. Back to the beginning.

I was onboard to make a show and thank fuck for the skills of Matty Hooks ’cause the final product would of been a mess, a mess clearly produced by someone who as I said before ‘Aint a skaters bag’. We arrived and before I got time to talcum the figs I was walking the streets of Singapore slowly sanding the surface off my block and tackle. This is where it was first apparent how far detacttched I was from the skate world. The boys were blazing the streets on wheels and I was in my thongs and boardies shuffling miles behind like a right kook. Thankfully I have worked on and off with Hooks for years, I love the cunt. (If I had of grown up down the road from him he would of been stuck in a suit on my wedding day. Hooks is humble, decked with talent and holder of the driest wit you’ll hear. We get along most because of our stance on a common thread… ‘Treat others how you like to be treated’… Hooks will do anything for ya, but much like myself if the same is not returned your gone. Later cunt. ) Hooks chose to walk with me and hold my hopes of not getting labelled… ‘that bazza cunt’… But it was never the case, it was only the chip on my shoulder that caused such thought, because this crew were kings, this crew was the Squadron and regardless of a badly miss timed hand jive I was in… A ring in, but in.

Singapore is a steamy little bitch, nevertheless it may be skaters paradise. Im not talking about a skate version of that shit hole on the Goldcoast im talking heaven. There is marble stairs and ledges everywhere, rails for days and we had barely left the main drag (insert bangchong joke*). Within a block of our hotel Tommy had already laid down something on the first set he seen. I dont know what it was, but I think it was a nollie something bullshit. It didnt stop, by the next intersection Red found the Eggroll, regardless of the masses of 9 to 5′ers he skated this thing inbetween and amongst them, no-one cared, it was 30 minutes before security stopped by to say ‘hi’. By that time Red had it in ‘the bag’.

What else happened? I’ll think while I throw up some photos.

Pong Knuckle

penis

Singapore Claw

Dali even came to life in Singapore

Kooks

Sloth test

Singapore birthed Red’s first pro model shoe. The ‘Centipede’… Because he was toey as one.

4. Four. For. Fore

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Ive got a notebook I take on every trip. Its full of that much stupid shit from on the road. Here and there I find time to draw in it. This guy got half drawn on the way there, then semi finished on the way home. I dont draw in this book unless im on a trip, so I will have to finish mutant face off on the next voyage.

Its strange, and i’m not sure if I know how to put it into words. But when I look at surfing and skating it seems to me that Skaters know how to share. They thrive on rolling with new crew, maybe skating hasn’t been polluted by the masses quite as much as surfing, but the Squadron were mates with anyone with a skateboard, and thats rad. I cant count the amount of times i’ve seen crew blow up in the water, fuck, i’m no saint either… I guess it might be that you dont get the suit and tie fuckwits rocking up to the local park or spot on the weekends like surfers do in the water. In the end it kinda came across to me like skateboarding is the best of all team sports, but in a real individual sport sorta way… Fucks me that sounds wack, but im done writing… Singapore was rad, the crew was one of the finest i’ve travelled with. I hope to do it all again another day.

Gourlay if you read this, the photo below is for you. The battle awaits.

Also, We produced this short highlights clip from the event. Unfortunately, these things are all about getting them out on time so its a bit scattered. Fortunately we are working on a show from the entire trip. It may work, it may not, but it will be around eventually. Cheers to Janchai for all your work mate, your footage saved the day. You too Hooks, you fuck. 4

ps: Hows these little funghi creeps that greeted me when I got home.

created by Toby Cregan

Wade’s addition to ‘I surf because’. For me, ISB is the finest concept to come from one of the Surf industry big cats this years. Hats off.

So good to see Vasa back on film again.

Film by Nimai Strickland

Once upon a time the Search videos ruled my TV. Have those days returned?

Last night was a long night, and I’ve been up since the crack of dawn bangin around like an old geriatric. Dawn is a great time of day, id say its my favourite, but when its not by choice it can be hard to appreciate. So instead of enjoying it I went to work, what a fuckwit. I turned this thing on and began clicking around on shit looking for some inspiration. I found some over at CK’s place and at Deadly’s and at all my usual haunts. Then I went on a little reminisce mission and I found one of my first edits of Lauries Still Filthy section. It never got the go ahead, because unknowing to many, Music is a fucking nightmare in the world of Big brand surf films. To be honest I still haven’t watched Still Filthy as a complete film on DVD. Purely because I re-edited so many sections in that thing that my brain could barely deal with it… It became a job, and in a creative environment that is like hell. In the end the project became somewhat of a nightmare, but nothing in this world was meant to be easy. I had to let go of my ideas for the film and run with the flow and direction that had been set. Jarrod Tallman, the director was their when Filthy Habits, the original, hit the VHS players of the world, he knew what Still Filthy was to be, It was his concept and he had watched the original as a kid til the heads run dry. Still Filthy was the sequel, not a watered down version of ‘todays’ surf film. It was to be the younger brother of Filthy Habits and once I understood his vision I set to out to edit the thing in the most basic and raw manner possible. No bells, no whistles. It was a film made up of surfing and good tunes and to be honest, its all you need for a good surf flick.

Anyhow, Back to the point. I started RV back in the day after being sick of seeing so many mates not quite make the cut in the surf world, not because of a lack of talent, because the Sunshine Coast was just off the radar. The story goes along and I shot with Brades and Lee, Campbell, Wade, Sedz, Coleborn, Joycey and slowly worked my way to Billabong. This is where I met Laurie Towner. Laurie is the nicest bloke in surfing. Yet it doesn’t seem being a good bloke is interesting to surf media at this point… oh but wait… He’s also one of the best surfer’s on this planet! For me, Laurie covers every base in surfing. In big waves he is practically untouchable, in small waves he will combo you back to the flags, with style? style! man, Laurie is a style assassin. Enough banter, but the day I have the chance to do it properly I will put my all into a showcase of Laurie Towner. Mark my Words.

Laurie Towner surfing to the smooth power of Queens of the Stoneage.

Creative Destruction- Chapter 1: As the Crow Flies from CREATIVE DESTRUCTION on Vimeo.

You’d be hard pressed to see a better display of today’s surfing than Ryan Callinan’s section in Blow Up. Kid’s got tricks for days. The closing sequence of the film shakes things right up with a performance from Laurie at Chopes that is insane, there is something about the way Laurie surfs Chopes that is downright amazing. Filmmaker, Victor Pakpour has played on the film’s strengths well, opening and closing with 2 damn fine pieces of surfing. The middle is glued together with fresh tunes and colours and some quality surfing from the Billabong camp, from TB and Joel through to Freestone and Granger. Blow Up is thoroughly entertaining.

This was the first official surf video I ever made. I was just a kid with a camera, tripod and a new program called Final Cut Pro. In the middle of making it I dropped dead, was officially a deadman 8 times before finally being revivied and put on ice in an alfoil bag for good measure… Long story, told poorly too many times. So in saying that this film means a lot to me for many reasons. The crew I got to roll with while shooting this film makes up some of the best times of my life. Here are a handful of sections that I just watched again for the first time in years. I couldn’t find Dozza’s or Lauries anywhere on the tube.

Still to this day one of the best Clips ive ever edited… Footage like this does the job for ya.