It's time for a little more out of ZoSea and the "New" ASP
At last, the waiting is over. The Piping Hot Surf Festival, the 2014 ASP season debut and your favorite one-star ASP-Australasia event, ran this week in sunny Victoria, Australia, with ‘CT hangers-on Jay Thompson and Nathan Hedge as headlining performers (Hedgey’s your winner). “This is it,” you’re no doubt saying to yourself. “The new ASP is finally here!” Except,
Gabriel Medina, we love you, but please stop surfing in Junior events
When you’re wining events on the World Tour, something tells me that you may have outgrown competing in Pro Junior comps.
Laird Hamilton, Nazaré, and Hydrofoils. Why has this not happened yet?
Near the end of any modern surf history book, as the author gushes about the technological advancements of modern surfing and how tow-in, big-wave surfing will change the waveriding landscape, there will almost certainly be a photo of Laird Hamilton, perfectly coiffed, cruising around atop an unbroken swell strapped to a hydrofoil. Remember those? The
Why some surfers need to get over their rap music phobia
Yesterday John John and Blake Kueny dropped the best web clip any of us have seen since…well…the last time they dropped a web clip. With his lofty airs, smooth rail work, and preternatural barrel riding, Florence is doing what Reynolds used to do, which is make every other pro surfer in the world feel like a second-class citizen. But, perhaps unsurprisingly, the person who has sparked the most commentary about this video isn’t John Florence—it’s Action Bronson.
Why we should embrace the wavepool revolution
Is a person riding a manmade wave still considered a surfer? Well, are people skiing manmade snow still considered skiers? Technically, riding a wave is surfing no matter where the wave comes from. Yet there are those that believe wavepools will eliminate the very essence of surfing by taking randomness out of the equation and making waves uniform. They presume that riding the same perfect, clean, barreling wave over and over would make surfing feeling stale. Really?
Delving into the dark depths of Hollywood's worst mainstream surf movie
I’m not sure why it’s not public knowledge, or what kind of cover-up has taken place since, but I’m here to report that Surfer, Dude might be the worst mainstream surf movie ever released. A true turd in the toilet bowl that is Hollywood surf cinema.
Even the haters should love this event trailer
And the haters should love this event's trailer.
Attention surf movie auteurs: watch Metal Neck and learn
Surfing—and by extension, surf movies—has the tendency to take itself way too seriously. I’m bored of serious. Give me Ozzy Osbourne cameos, milk vomiting, and Metal Jimmy. Give me relatable surfing. Metal on the soundtrack is awesome. Pranks are heartily welcomed. Give me back the fun.
Please stay in the damn water. It’s the only place you’re safe.
Creed McTaggart. A fresh-face out of West Oz, a laid-back bloke who listens to The Velvet Underground and has long hair and has for the last six months been perpetual putty for the hippest in surf.
Are new technologies compromising the integrity of the ride?
Wetsuit advancements, altered fin setups, new shapes, and superior surfboard materials changed the how, where, and when we could surf. Most would agree that these innovations have been beneficial, but is there a line to how far these advancements can go before the natural integrity of surfing is jeopardized? Until it no longer becomes surfing?