The most beautiful things in life don’t ask for attention. But, our society is preoccupied with attaining the unattainable. We all want to be flawless, to have the perfect hair, the perfect skin, the perfect style. Essentially, we all want to be like each other. Our society has made photoshop an essential perquisite, because after all, do we really want people to see what we really look like? People retouch their faces and filter the shit out of their photos to get at least fifty likes on their instagram's. Only forty-nine likes? Confidence down the drain. These are the people seeking attention, and these are the same people that don’t comprehend the true and unadorned definition of beauty. True beauty is defined by one’s spirit, the personality and magnetism that emanates from an imperfect smile or a disheveled appearance. Only a candid photograph can truly capture this spirit and articulate one’s soul without a single word. Our most beautiful moments are those in which we don’t try to be beautiful. The spirit of surfing, undoubtedly, epitomizes this genuine definition of beauty. The photographs of the Lost and Found Collection were hidden in the depths of uncharted boxes at the Rose Bowl Flea Market, not seeking attention. But, fate has allowed these photographs to resurface, sharing their honest beauty with a society that so desperately needs to remember what beauty is.