Andy Irons was a consummate competitor; full of fire, drive, and just enough ego. He played the role he was so uncomfortable with perfectly–the only real threat to Kelly's dominance. His passing, as much as his surfing, left an indelible mark on surfing.
A portrait session with Andy Irons in my studio in Bali. I had no idea this would be the last time I'd ever see him. Photo: Jason Reposar
I love this shot of Andy at Keramas before the new Kommine resort was built. He is simply getting his gear ready for a surf, but it says a lot about where he was at the time as a person. Confident, content, happy and secure in his own space. Photo: Jason Reposar
On set during the filming of I Surf Because. Andy was trying to think of something good to day and kept second guessing himself. He shot me this look after I suggested something to him. Photo: Jason Reposar
Andy takes a second to regain his composure in one of his most candid interviews. Photo: Jason Reposar
A nice moment captured at Ketawell, in Bali. Andy was just checking the surf. Photo: Jason Reposar
Andy and Lindy, celebrating after the comp in France. Photo: Jason Reposar
An outtake from a Billabong photo session in Bali. Photo: Jason Reposar
Andy and Mickey Avalon. Backstage after a concert in Australia. Photo: Jason Reposar
Andy loved Bali, and Bali loved Andy. Here he is at Ketawell after an early morning surf. Photo: Jason Reposar
Andy and Bruce hanging out with Mickey Avalon before a show in Australia. Photo: Jason Reposar
Joel Parkinson and Andy Irons. Surf check at Brawa Beach, Bali. Photo: Jason Reposar
Three years ago, the surfing world lost one of its prodigal sons. Andy Irons was a consummate competitor; full of fire, drive, and just enough ego. He played the role he was so uncomfortable with perfectly–the only real threat to Kelly’s dominance. His passing, as much as his surfing, left an indelible mark on surfing.