I remember when I first saw this photo in the mid-60's. It seemed so right. A board with no fin. A rider with no name. And a pretty neat level of fun/performance/excitement for it's era. Or any era. The moment captured probably only lasted a moment. But it foreshadowed the aspirations surfers the world over would soon embrace.
The current interest in Alaia boards is a leaf falling from the same branch of surfing's family tree. An ancient voice directing us out of the darkness. So cool this is all coming back.
Update II: Now that I've had time time ruminate, I'm thinking that maybe I first saw this photo in "The Complete Book Of Surfing."
Mat Max, who's father authored the aforementioned tome, could maybe look that up...