Malibu is 27 miles of scenic beauty, or so our town sign tells us when you drive in. Each one of these photographs tells a different story about one of those miles. The mountains, the beach, the waves… it’s Wylie’s bait and tackle shop, parking lot hang outs and Thai food munching on the side of our highway. It’s a small town with a lot of history and too little to do.

Home is where the heart is, but it’s also where streets are wide enough for classics, parking lots are the local bars and sand in your sheets is always as bad as it sounds.

As long as the sun’s out, any day can pretty much be perfect. As much as Malibu has got it’s reputation for the glitz and glam beach getaway, locally, it’s still got it’s simple beach town roots. All you need are some good people, a truck to pile in, a local breakfast burrito and a towel.

Watching the sea and mountains hang out with each other while driving along with the windows down and the music up.

Pacific Coast Highway on Memorial Day weekend.

That it actually exists, and that it’s not just Malibu Barbie. Oh, and that pretty much any beach scene in any Hollywood movie is filmed here. We have a knack for recognizing familiar tide pool configurations or cove curvatures.

Anthony Kiedis in his golf cart.

Just Loomis, Tiny Tim and William Christenberry.