Artist Feature - MDRN HSTRY

If you have ever been to one of our events here in San Diego, there’s a good chance you’ve seen an eclectic group of rad young dudes playing music. Weather it’s the whole lot of them, or just a few, they always bring good vibes and rock our socks off. They recently played a show here at one of San DIego’s finest venues The Music Box and delivered a jaw dropping set that had too many people wondering, who the hell are these guys? Being that they are good friends of ours, we decided to ask them a few questions about who they are and what MDRN HSTRY is all about. All photos below shot by contributing artist Rick Perez.

1. How did you all meet?

We all met at a Cinco de Mayo party in pacific beach at the Garage Mahal (before it was the Garage Mahal)

2. How long have you been playing together under the name MDRN HSTRY? Who came up with it?

Our original name was “shark eyes,” but it was commonly mistaken for “short guys” so out of frustration we continued to throw around band names until August of 2017 when our photographer Cole Herauf suggested the name MDRN HSTRY.... and well the rest is history.... MDRN HSTRY .

3. Any meaning behind the bands name?

No meaning it just sounded a little better than “shark eyes” and that’s the truth. 

4. For someone who hasn’t ever heard your music, how would you describe it? 

This question has been the most difficult part of this project. Even our own fans have a hard time describing our sound or placing us in a category/genre. We would like to think of it as a rock based sound with elements of indie/house/hip hop/surf/low fi.

5. What are some of the bands musical influences?

Some common influences would be The Doors, The Strokes, Mac Miller, Mac Demarco, The Donkeys and King gizzard & the Lizard Wizard. 

6. How many members in the band, which instruments do you all play?

MDRN HSTRY consist of six members Shea Smith/vocals, Jesse Orlando/lead guitar, Aj Peters/guitar/bass, Nick Roberts/guitar/bass, Pete Eichar/drums, Drew Wright/guitar/beat pad

7. You guys just played your second show at San Diego’s Music Box and absolutely killed it. Tell us more about that night.

That night was a very special night for your boys. That was the first night that Aj Peters and Nick Roberts wore masks in hopes to confuse the crowd. Aj and Nick switch between bass and guitar.

8. Tell us more about the community behind The band, you guys always bring a rad crew to all the events we throw together. 

The MDRN HSTRY community is the best part of MDRN HSTRY. It has put us in touch with so many rad people!! Our music seems to resonate with folks who crave adventure and strive to live life the way they want to live life, instead of the standard (basic bitch) life that society tells them they should live. So naturally we like getting together with companies like VIVA LA VACAY, the Van Kooks and Noice Dyes to further spread that message.

9. What else are you guys into besides playing music?

We’re only into music...

10. Where’s the best place for someone to hear your music, when’s the next show? 

On Feb 9 we’re gonna be cleaning up the beach with y’all then headed to Amplified to drink MDRN HSTRY beer and play a set. March 28th we’re teaming up with Electric Mud to play Moonshine Beach in Pacific Beach. It will be part of a musical revolution in pacific beach. We have music on just about every vendor you can think of. Spotify/Apple Music/YouTube/sound cloud... below are some links to access our music .

If you want more information on the band or would like to get a hold of them, you can find them on Instagram @mdrn_hstry or through their website

The Lost Boys

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I had heard of it for years. Ever since I started roaming up and down the California coastline people talked about the area. ‘Have you ever been? You should go…’ I had never been nor knew much of it, but recently a couple friends of mine talked about making the trek. North to south. They wanted to hike the 25 miles of rugged coastline with gear and surfboards on their backs in hopes to get away and score some waves. They called it “The Lost coast,” as there were no direct roads that ventured there. When they built highway one years ago they had to divert the road inland 30 miles due to the treacherous landscape of the area. This, without mankind’s footprint, made for beautiful stretches of pristine beaches and naturally provided a home to a multitude of wildlife that freely roam the land including black bear and a family of elk. This truly was one of the last wild frontiers left on this continent where one could get away and get lost for a while.

Although I had never been on any sort of overnight backpacking hike, I immediately asked If I could join them. I knew it would be rough but figured I couldn’t pass up the opportunity, it may never come again Right? I trusted my friend for this type of adventure. They had a lot more experience than I did and had just recently climbed mount Whitney with ice picks. I thought “well if there’s anyone I would wanna go on this trip with, it’s these two.” They had all the equipment, I had nothing. I owned a backpack and some camping essentials but as far as boots and an actual overnight long-distance hiking pack I had nothing. It wasn’t climbing a mountain with ice picks, but I had heard of the miles and miles of unforgiving terrain and with a 30 pound back and surfboard strapped to my back I knew it was going to be a big test of my will and mind.  I decided to use my head and do as much research as possible to prepare my head for the trip. I asked friends and spent hours searching google. To my surprise there wasn’t much. This worried me a bit, why weren’t more people doing it? Supposedly there was possibility of surf along the way, but was it worth lugging a board 25 miles just to find out? I quickly found out the hard part wasn’t so much the weight of your board, but the fact that it acts like a sail when the winds pick up, which is often. Besides finding that out, I read another article that highly recommended against beginner hikers attempting the feat. What the hell was I getting myself into? I said aw screw it and stayed on board.

I began gathering my things that I did have, and reached out to a few companies for the things I didn’t. Teva gave me a pair of hiking boots that worked really well for the trek. Surf Durt gave us surf screen for our face and Bare Essientials hooked us up with sunscreen for the long miles under the sun. Everything else I had or borrowed.

My gear list looked something like this

6’2” G&S single fin surfboard

4/3 patagonia wetsuit

Large Coleman backpack

Sleeping pad

Sleeping bag

Minimal cooking gear ( the food and cooking items were shared between all 3 of us)

1/3 of the food ( mostly dehydrated meals and snacks )

Cannon ae-1 film camera & 4 rolls of film

A knife


Small first aid kit

One pair of pants, one pair of boardshorts, three tee shirts, one long sleeve button up, a crewneck, three pairs of socks, a beanie and a hat.

A water bottle and filter. ( To keep filled with filtered spring water along the way )


My friends-I met Ryder and Mario at their place in Encinitas and we planned on leaving early morning the next day. We cruised out before the sun rose to beat the always gnarly LA traffic and made pretty good headway our first day making it all the way up to San Francisco. This was as far as we could make it so we stopped at a buddy’s and crashed on the floor for the night. The next day we woke early and made the next stretch towards Mattole Beach, the beginning of the Lost Coast hike. Fifteen hours of drive time later, we pulled into a small dirt parking lot near the beach with a flat tire and began unloading our gear. We decided to fix the tire right there and then because we all knew there was no way we were going to want to fix it right after a four-day hike.

At this point in the story I’m going to let you in on the fact that at this time, we had no clue on how we would return to our car after we ended our 25-mile journey south of where we started. We talked about hitch hiking back up, but didn’t know how much traffic went through the area or how easy it would be if we got back super late one night. We knew of a shuttle that picks up hikers and brings them back north but our stingy asses were hesitant on making a pickup request as we knew they charged $80 per person. Deciding to take our chances and wing it, we double checked our gear and shoved last minute items into any place we could find space and took our first few steps toward the beach.  We all knew at this point there was no turning back, we were on our way to becoming conquerors of the “Lost Coast.”



The first hour of walking we quickly understood the harshness of the elements we would be living with for the next four days. Between the heat of the sun, the ever-changing ground beneath our feet and the high winds that thankfully pushed at our backs, we knew it was going to be a real test of will.

On a positive note, we were surrounded by beauty, we had each other, water, food and high spirits. The three of us were born for adventure. It runs through our blood and we all felt calm knowing that with each of our skill sets, we could pretty much figure out anything that came along, as long as nobody got hurt.

After trekking six hours our first day, getting lost, stopping for smoke and snack breaks along the way, we made our first camp at a spot above sea level called “Sea Lion Gultch.” Or as I like to call it, “Monster Bay.” All we could hear all night was the monstrous roars of the male sea lions that would have kept any kid up with the assumption that they were soon to be devoured. Somehow, we slept soundly and woke up to an amazing sunrise that truly made us feel alive and rejuvenated. We broke down camp, filled our water bottles at the stream just below, and made our way further south. One of the biggest threats and challenges of this trip was making sure we had plenty of time to cross the “impassable zones.” There was plenty of fair warning and we knew of the danger if we happened to get trapped in one of these high tide zones. We always made sure to give ourselves plenty of time to make it though while the tide was low.


Day 2.

Making it through one of the biggest impassible zones on the hike, we began nearing our second camp at Spanish Flats, a wide-open flat area with driftwood sprawled about everywhere. We found a man-made driftwood fort and decided to use it as a home for the night. We beat the mid-day heat by trying to surf although the lack of waves, thick wetsuits, and freezing cold water made for a unique experience. So far, it wasn’t the surf adventure we had hoped it may be. Although our legs and bodies were tired and beat by the sun, we remained positive, eased our muscles with whisky and smoke, enjoyed the wild landscape surrounding us and trekked further south the next morning.


Day 3.

This was by far one of the toughest days for us. The winds were pushing us in all directions, not at our backs like the first two days. Our legs and shoulders were tired and beat and we were running low on food. All we wanted to do was make it to our next camp where we knew there was a possibility of decent surf. We took a lot of small breaks getting there, even stopping for a swim in a stream along the way, finally making it to “Big Flat.”

Arriving early in the day, we knew we were there by the topography of the land. It was big, and flat, and there was ten times more driftwood scattered about than any place we had passed before. Wild deer were seen peacefully grazing here and there, they were some of the first wildlife we had seen other than the sea lions and a rattlesnake that was just trying to hide from the heat. At this point in the trip, we only ran into a few other hikers, making it easy to pick and choose were we wanted to set up camp. Being that nobody was around when we arrived we found the biggest driftwood fort around and made ourselves at home. We quickly unpacked our gear and made our way to the swimming hole that sits just above the ocean. Taking a dip and relaxing our muscles we soon saw other hikers arriving from the north and south. One of the first few people we met was a young father and son who were hiking south to north, the opposite of us. We greeted them and began chatting about the beauty of this place. They mentioned they were a family of avid hikers and had done this section previously. During conversation, I mentioned our predicament about not knowing how we were getting back to our car. At one point while chatting, I chirped up and said “we should give you our keys and you give us yours!” It seemed like a logical idea although at this point we were all strangers. There was no way some random person was going to give us his keys to drive his car 2 hours back to the start of the trail. Or was there?

We ended the conversation and made our way back to the fort to head out for a surf. There were small waves peeling but we had no clue if they were breaking because of shallow rock or reef. Deciding to find out, I made my way down to the shore and ran into the father and son again. The father quickly spoke up and said, “you know what, I’ve been thinking about what you were saying, I think you guys should take my car keys and drive back up to your car. You can just hide the keys around my car somewhere and that way we have our car when we finish up and you guys can get back to your car.” I was so taken back by the kind gesture of this man that I totally forgot to even mention it to Ryder and Mario until hours later. After the numbing and sketchy surf over a rocky coastline at low tide we unsuited and began making dinner. I finally mentioned, “Oh guys! Great news! I completely forgot to tell you this but that guy said we can take his car!”

Of course, the boys were stoked and we felt comfort in knowing the outcome of our previous dilemma. We made our way over to their camp and grabbed the keys to a newer BMW, thanking them over and over for being so trusting. After exchanging information, we headed back to lay our heads down for a good night’s rest. I have never felt so much pain in my legs as I did that evening and worried if my body could handle the long stretch to the finish, but thankfully I slept well under the stars that night and woke the next morning fully rested and ready to keep moving south.


Day 4.

On our last day we awoke early at the glimpse of sunlight peaking over the tree covered mountain side. Packing up our things and saying goodbye to our driftwood fort we started on our final section south to Shelter Cove. After three days of hiking, our bodies had taken a beating. It was the hottest day of the trip; our minds were strong but no one was acting tough anymore. We took lots of little breaks in between long miles of sand and shared the last few sips of whisky and snacks with a few other hikers we met that day. After a long 8 miles of walking on sand we finally made it to Shelter Cove. It was the ending point for us but thankfully had been the beginning for the father and son, which proved great for us knowing we had a car waiting in the parking lot above the beach.

Although we were finished with the 25-mile hike, we knew we still had a long drive home to San Diego. We stayed with friends on the way back down, some in Santa Cruz and some in Los Angeles. We all felt that this adventure wouldn’t have been possible without good people helping us along the way. With that in mind, we offered to give the few people that completed the hike with us a ride back north to Mattole Beach in the BMW that wasn’t ours. We knew the owner wouldn’t mind, he would appreciate the ongoing kindness. As soon as we delivered the car and got ours back, we texted him and thanked him for his generosity. It was an amazing way to end such an epic journey and we couldn’t wait to see and share the photos and stories from our adventure along the Lost Coast.

Words and Film photography by Dylan Bellingan.

Bali based photographer feature - Hernan Regiardo


If you follow our social media you've probably seen amazing images coming from all over the Indonesian islands. As part of our "Back to Bali" spring / summer 2018 collection, we thought it would be a good opportunity to feature one of the guys we met while we were out there in 2016. We got to chatting randomly one day while on the island of Lombok about camera gear and photography, we kept in touch and have been following Hernan's travels while frothing over the images he has been creating.  We decided to catch up with him through whats-app to see what he's been up to in the past couple years. 

D - Yo man! It's been a while! The last time we saw each other was in a little cafe on the island of Lombok. How have you been and where are you?

H- Hey Dylan! Thank you for getting in touch with me. I've been really good just still stuck here in this tropical paradise they call Lombok, Bali's little sister. Most know it for a wave here called Desert Point. 

D- It's been two years since we were there, have you left Indo or have you been there the whole time?

H- I left twice to go visit family and friends in Argentina but Indo is a hard place to leave. I have island fever, the fact that there are waves every single day makes this chill life so pleasing. 

D- Your photos are epic, they really capture the vibes of the place in a unique way. I remember chatting to you about camera gear and all that, you had a pretty simple Nikon dslr back then, are you still rocking the same camera or have you upgraded to something else?

H- Still rocking the same shitty Nikon 3300. I don't care to much about gear and I hate tripods and filters. I'm to lazy to carry more than two lenses and this camera is so light that I can take it anywhere and if it falls in the sand I don't care. Sometimes I'll use an old 35mm Yashica. 

D- You shoot a ton of surf lifestyle stuff, how long have you yourself been surfing?

H- Well I came to Indo to learn how to surf about two years ago, so since then I have been surfing. Before I had a pretty different lifestyle living in La Pampa regin of Argentina ( country side) and the closest wave was like ten hours drive from my house, but hey at least the wine and steak is good!

D- What are you usually riding these days? Single fin?

H- Yea I mainly ride my single fin but have been getting more into logging. The spots are getting busy here since Bali is chaos so I need to catch waves faster.

D- Back when we met you were new to the island and we were talking about shooting photos for free food and stay, is that still the gig or are you funding your adventures in other ways now?

H- It's been about a year since my last photography job and now I'm busy managing a cafe here but I'm getting some work again here soon so I'll be back in the game. 

D- What's the scariest thing that has happened to you while traveling around Indonesia?

H- Probably just a day surfing Mawi. It's a funky left but has the most beautiful beach I've seen in my life. Most of my photos are from around there, it's a really special place with a special energy. I went out so many times on big days when I had no idea what I was doing. I really learned to surf and respect the ocean there. 

D- Any favorite surf spots? You don't have to say..

H- My favorite spot is anywhere I can grab coffee in the morning and surf 3-5 foot waves with friends.

D- What's next for you Hernan? Any plans on coming to Southern California?

H- Haha, if you want to make God laugh tell him your plans, that's my quote... but I do have some road trip dreams in my head. I'm deciding between Portugal, Spain and Morocco, or British Columbia all the way down the west coast to Oaxaca.

D- Thanks for chatting dude! Hope to see you sooner than later! Yew!

H- Thank you bro! 

See more of Hernan's work below and give him a follow him on instagram here. 

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FRIENDS AND THE HAPPENINGS AROUND US. These images were taken in Sunny San Diego on an old Minolta film camera with 35mm lens that contained expired black and white film. Shot by founder Dylan Bellingan as a part of the "Viva Film Club" series. 

Paradise is a mindset. 

Paradise is a mindset. 

Stay single this summer. 

Stay single this summer. 

Nothing better being a surfer with a van. 

Nothing better being a surfer with a van. 

Joe Parrino doing what he never does. Longboarding. I think he's got the bug. #staysingle

Joe Parrino doing what he never does. Longboarding. I think he's got the bug. #staysingle

Girls surf too. 

Girls surf too. 

La Playa. 

La Playa. 

Shred or die. 

Shred or die. 

Surf with friends, it's more fun. 

Surf with friends, it's more fun. 


Groms at the longboard contest after their heat. Our youngest Ambassador Stefano on the right took home first in juniors. Congrats lil buddy!

Groms at the longboard contest after their heat. Our youngest Ambassador Stefano on the right took home first in juniors. Congrats lil buddy!

Ryder England and Josh Nassz. A picture of a picture. Ryder had to get a better angle of the Datsun so Josh stepped in to help a friend. All right before we went surfing. 

Ryder England and Josh Nassz. A picture of a picture. Ryder had to get a better angle of the Datsun so Josh stepped in to help a friend. All right before we went surfing. 

Classic vibes. 

Classic vibes. 

Classic surf bums. Ryder showing the multiple uses of a good Mexican blanket. 

Classic surf bums. Ryder showing the multiple uses of a good Mexican blanket. 

My camera and self got completely drenched right after taking this shot.   Thanks for hanging, stay tuned for more VIVA FILM CLUB. 

My camera and self got completely drenched right after taking this shot. 

Thanks for hanging, stay tuned for more VIVA FILM CLUB.