From 2017 to here.

Ten years of Slammin’beach, with six years of stop in the middle. The event stopped, we didn’t. The conditions to do it properly weren’t there, and doing it badly didn’t interest us.

2017

The first meet on the sea
2018

We got ourselves known
2019

The biggest turnout yet
2020—2025

The wait
2026

Summer party, sold out
2027

The return, new home

If you weren’t there, look what you missed.

~ 150: Cars on show; 2019 edition, every one selected
1.000 +: People a day; and half the seafront watching
6: Countries represented; IT, FR, DE, AT, HU, BE
3: Editions; 2017 · 2018 · 2019

A weekend that goes like this.

A Beetle with a surfboard on the roof: the whole thing in one picture.

A blue Silvia S15: the JDM side of the meet.

When the sun goes down nothing packs up: the lights come on.

A red Golf parked where the grass meets the beach.

A little girl walking the dog between the cars on show.

A red GT86 on the deck, under the palms.

An MR2 twenty metres from the parasols. That’s the whole idea.

Two people kissing on the sand while the meet is open.

A black Golf at the end of a row of palms.

A seafoam Civic EG, bodywork redone by hand.

Mint green and copper wheels: you come for these too.

A cross-spoke BBS, a hand’s width off the tarmac.

A black avant as long as the row of palms behind it.

Bright yellow under the seafront lights.

White on the sand, with a palm throwing shade.

Whoever brings an inflatable unicorn on the roof has understood the spirit.

Red against the sky, between the palms and the flags.

A red Civic on the cobbles, suspension on the deck.

Electric blue at the edge of the beach, sea behind.

In the evening the meet becomes the place where you stop and talk.

Even a Panda gets in, if it’s done properly.

A black S2000 with the roof down, palms overhead.

Two Golfs side by side, one red, one yellow.

The seafront at noon, with people who came just to be there.

A red MX-5, roof down and gold wheels.

Matte light blue: paint counts as much as stance here.

Yellow in front of the wooden hut, steps from the water.

Parked where the tarmac ends and the sand begins.

A 500 on air, copper wheels, the sea behind.

Photos by ALSC Photography e Stance-it — edition 2018.