Photography by Andreea WatersOn a foggy, cold Friday in May 2012, I discovered Rockaway Beach. Driving over the bridge onto the peninsula put me in another world. Surrounded by concrete, dark shadows, and whispering winds, I wondered, who surfs here? While living in New York surfing stole my eyes and lured my photography to the beach. The idea of being an insider, photographing these transient moments and the desire to experience it was my sexy daydream.
New York surfing is mad. There is nothing easy about it. The waves are inconsistent, surf breaks are hard to access, winter brings the best waves and it is brutally cold. It takes a certain person to surf in the city. Surfing is a foreign language that one has to learn, as a photographer I had to immerse myself in the culture and the way of life to understand ocean and surfer—the beauty in the madness.