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Throwback Thursday

ZigZag MagazineFeaturesThrowback Thursday

The Glory Days

So far we've witnessed three days of surfing spectacle at this year's Mr Price Pro, with aerial acrobatics appearing to be the high-scoring weapon...

Sumatran Surf Hero

In 2010, Shaun Payne, Donovan Zoetmulder, Adin Jeenes and Etienne Potgieter were accompanied by Zag lensman, Alan Van Gysen, deep into the heart of...

The Long Short Story of the Shaka

From Ballito to Pipeline (or any other beach across the globe), you’ll see it being thrown around. The ‘shaka’ has become the universal signal...

The Birth of Competitive Surfing

It has been half a century since the first World Championships were held at Manly Beach in Australia. In recognition of this, Patrick Flanagan...

The Shape of Things

They are the cornerstone of surfing's foundation and without their knowledge and expertise passed down through the generations, we'd still be riding on little...

The More Things Change

While rummaging through a box of old prints that are stored in a container at the Zag offices, it struck us that the more...

The Unwritten Rules

While surf fashion, equipment and style all change with the tide, there is one part of surfing that has remained the same for decades....

Classic Ads

Without the support of our readers and advertisers, Zigzag would cease to exist. Thankfully, for the past 38 years our stoke and hard work...

The Tipping Point (Zag 32.3)

With numbers multiplying in the lineup and the onset of new technologies, can the idea of localism still actually even work? This was the...

Solid Gold (Zag 33.7)

For our 200th issue (Zag 33.7 - circa 2009) we asked ten of our most prolific lensmen over the years to tell us about...

Desert Riders (Zag 31.7)

“You go boy. You grab that rail and you pull in.” Gunther, our surf-guide and local hellman, is amping on the rocks. Stan Badger steers...

Israel Is Unreal (Zag Issue 11.3)

“Oh no, it’s the kids!” We’d tear all night, come home to our rooms belonging to a barber shop a stone’s throw from the surf...