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Pop culture is culture written in lipstick on the back of a take-out menu.
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Dawn or dusk? Early or late? Just after the beginning or coming up on the end? That it’s impossible to tell if the sun is rising above the horizon or sinking below it is similarly dislocating. It’s exotic, though, too-beyond exotic, strange, alien even-the colors it’s rendered in eye-poppingly artificial: the natural world made otherworldly by the toxic chemical brilliance of Day-Glo. beach, absent a single distinguishing characteristic. A trio of hotdogging Galahads searching for, as the poster’s text, plain but elegant, informs you, “the perfect wave.” The landscape behind them couldn’t be more familiar, an Anywhere U.S.A. Boards balanced on top of their heads or tucked under an arm, they gaze at the ocean stretched out before them into the sky, into infinity. Their bodies are loose yet alert, relaxed yet vigilant, maximum laid-back yet ready at a moment’s notice for some really wild, super-type action, whatever they do done without effort and fast because that’s their style, more than their style, their code. The Endless Summer poster features the silhouettes of three male surfers, faceless, though you just know they’ve got to be beautiful, total hunk dreamboats with chiseled everything and hair, streaked blond and tangled with salt, falling gorgeously into cool blue stares, and teeth of such dazzling whiteness that to look at them is like looking into the sun.