| Now
that Mickey has passed on to "the perfect, empty pointbreak
in the sky" and is no longer with us here
in the land of the living, we look around, shaking our heads,
wondering "What happened?" |
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We
have 50 letters from Mickey Dora, written as far
back as the eighties when Mickey lived in Biarritz.
Some of these letters contain original artwork.
This collection also contains Mr. Dora's own film
treatment for a film about himself. These will be
available soon as downloadable PDF's. This entire
collection is for sale with bids starting at 1 million,
USD. Excerpts of these letters will appear on this
site in the future.
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But
now that the dust is starting to clear,
and the books on Dora are coming out, the Dora movie in the
works, we realize that Mickey Dora just blew through our particular
splinter of time and space, never to return again. Many are
happy he stopped in, others are glad he's gone, and there are
many who will tell you, (we won't mince words here) Mickey was
an asshole, or Mickey was a dick.
Be that as it may, whether Mickey was a "gentleman, scholar
and man of letters", or "scoundrel and shameless womanizer"
or even, "known drunk," one thing is
certain: Dora will be remembered, has made it into the ranks
of the immortal, and as with all the immortals, has essentially
cheated death. |
"I'd like to propose an afterlife."
THE LETTERING READS: "Dissolution
Island" No point of reference to judge the size. I'm the
only one on the Globe who knows this perfect point gets 12+
ABOVE:
Mickey's perfect empty pointbreak in the sky.
This photo was pasted onto a letter postmarked 1985 from Jeffries
Bay. This was during the time when Apartheid was still in effect,
competitive surfing was boycotting South Africa, and Jeffries
Bay was uncrowded. |
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| Although
he is no longer around to enjoy, his name and persona live on. And
for a guy who lived peniless in a van in France for a good twenty
years of his adult life, you've got to hand it to him, he's done pretty
well with what time he was granted here on Earth. |
| Mickey
is the last of the Wild West of Surfing, his demise signals the end
of an era, the last of the wild early days of surfing.
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| BUT
WAIT, MICKEY HAS NOT LEFT US ENTIRELY!!! |
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We
have 50 letters from Mickey Dora, written
as far back as the eighties when Mickey lived
in Biarritz. Some of these letters contain
original artwork. This collection also contains
Mr. Dora's own film treatment for a film about
himself. These will be available soon as downloadable
PDF's. This entire collection is for sale
with bids starting at 1 million, USD. |
| Do
you realize what this is? These are the personal
ramblings, which have never before been seen
by the public. Putting these out is tantomount
to treason in the camp of Mr. Miklos Dora,
if he were alive, but now that he has passed
on, and the recepient of these letters getting
older, it is tantamount that these letters
get out into the public. |
"A
guy's stuff is the most valuable stuff in
the world. But when a guy dies, and people
go into his apartment to clear out his stuff,
they say, 'What is all this crap?' "--
Lenny Bruce |
We
don't want these letters turning into so much
"crap" after the demise of the recepient,
so we're getting them out into the public. |
| This
whole thing is beyond the petty egos of us
mere mortals, we need to think of the future,
for people 200 years down the line, to keep
the spirit and soul of surfing real, after
its lost in time, lost in a blitz of surf
retail and over-exposure. |
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| ABOVE:
Dora's Brain.
Notice the rat-like features.
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| Take
a look into Mickey Dora's brain. |
| WHAT
WAS REALLY ON THE MIND OF MICKEY DORA? Who
or What was Mickey Dora?
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| THE
FRENCH CONNECTION |
| I
first met Dora in Biarritz, France, during repeated trips to Biarritz
during the French wave season throughout the 1970's. Below is a post
card which is subsequently sent from Biarritz, after I had returned
to California. |
Biarritz,
1983 - Mickey gets some surf at Hossegors, France. |
TRANSCRIPTION:
Between mail strikes and trips
to Hossegor, I've beome oblivious to the outside world. At present
all foreigners have left, yet the weather and waves have maintained
their consistency. |
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| ABOVE:
FRONT AND BACK OF A POSTCARD FROM BIARRITZ, IN NOVEMBER OF 1983. |
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What you see in these letters
are the real mind of Mickey Dora, un-cut, 100% pure Dora, at his
finest moments, in writings which were never meant for public view,
which make them all the more revealing. |
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Private letters which he
never thought would make it out into the light of public scrutiny. |
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LEFT:
The endorsement on the back of a screen actors guild check for
Beach Blanket Bingo, which he sent to me as "rent"
for staying at my place in south Santa Monica, just above where
the old P.O.P. Pier used to be. The check was for about 4 dollars. |
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 Invasion
of privacy? |
Note
from the owner of these letters: I don't even want
to publish these private writings of Mickey Dora, Mickey would
totally object, and even though my
good friend has passed on, I am doing it for Mickey, and for
people of the future: This whole thing is beyond the petty egos
of us mere mortals, we need to think of the future, for people
200 years down the line, to keep the spirit and soul of surfing
real, after its lost in time, lost in a blitz of surf retail
and over-exposure. |
Or of historical significance? |
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