The story of the ultra-vibrant Ferreira, who enjoys dressing in zoo-animal prints, is an old and hackneyed one: but in Italo’s case it’s true.
The fifty-minute film, The Curious Tales of Italo Ferreira, draws on decades of friendships and shared histories of the reigning, at least for a few more days, world champion surfer from Baia Fermosa in northern Brazil.
The story of the ultra-vibrant Ferreira, who is twenty-seven, and who enjoys dressing in zoo-animal prints that are the hallmark of ebullient resort wear, is an old and hackneyed one: but in Italo’s case it’s true. The key to the pro surfing kingdom wasn’t presented to him on an upholstered velvet cushion via a dad that surfed, a benevolent sponsor and a training program where men stand on the beach under an umbrella filming the children for later review of technique.
Italo grew up in a fishing town in north-east Brazil, population eight thousand, called Baia Formosa; a joint where the only paved roads are the ones that lead into the village.
Italo’s pops would wander the beach and buy the catch of local fisherman and make his profit, a slender one but enough to feed his family, selling fish to restaurants.
His skinny son wanted to surf so Pops gave him the foam lid from the box he kept his fish in.
Eight-year-old Italo was so small it just worked on Baia’s little righthander.
Then, and in short order, an older friend who saw the boy’s love of surfing gifted him a fibreglass surfboard, he won the first contest he entered, moved onto regional events and then national, trying to win “cars, motorbikes and tickets to fly overseas.”
And so on.
Aint this the extreme polar opposite of that spoilt rich kids mockumentary ‘reckless isolation’
Italo’s foam lid is the new 8-dollar surfboard
Is this like The Red Shoe Diaries but in Pordagee?
Have you ran out of subtle smut to loosely describe a film Derek? I’m quite forlorn.
Were Italy’s dreads weaved in do ya reckon? Cunt seemed to go from short hair to long hair over night. Also, has he broken up with that crazy chick yet? Seemed like a weird clinger. If your girlfriend is playing acoustic guitar and singing on Instagram it’s time to cut her loose. Haven’t caught up on my surf gossip yet. Jen See please provide short version.
Yeah where is she?? What kind of surf gossip site is this? Inquiring minds want to know!
Italo might be real deal World Champ.
Italo might be real deal Olympic Gold Medalist.
But, Italo might also be real deal fakin’ Jamaican.
Bad mon ting
Biggest takeaway, it seems he makes his buddies die their hair blonde…
I’ve got a similar coming-of-age story.
I grew up in a small coastal town where it was impossible not to be wealthy and opportunity was inherent in the system, you simply had to take a menial job and buy some cheap land and watch as the price skyrocketed to a level unimaginable to the imaginary children that filled young lover’s brains and coast through your later years. There were no paved roundabouts and traffic calming devices in or out of the town.
But I managed to escape that system by going surfing and smoking bongs in dunes, up trees or in gaps between ancient granite. Anti-establish-me. Now I scrape by in life on the rental market, paying my slightly-worse-at-surfing-childhood friends monthly tenure, feeding their gorgeous family and permanently veneering their smiles into my nightmares.
Ford escort van?
Sweet ride, many trips, many sandy roots, lottsa smoke. No fuken seat belt alarms
Ford escort van. Ppfffttt
Had one of them. Heap of shit. I hated it.
I paid my mate $100 to steal it so I could claim insurance. Hahahahar
Yeah I never owned one.
All my mates had one tho.
Thought you wouldve been more “Sandman” style.
I briefly had a sweet corolla van but T boned a a guy goin thru a red light on the Goldy, got the train home and sponged rides for a long time after that, hitched a lot, so many weirdos picked me up
the rear wheel drives just went and went, i used to get mine anywhere you’d get any of these AWD Subi’s, would just fly over sand and gravel
I had an ’85 and would put snow chains on the rear wheels and take it deep into the bush, guys would be baffled when they saw it come ripping up some steep, rutted hill in the middle of nowhere. Epic times
Some of my fondest memories of being deep in Baja Mex was seeing the look on overland bros faces with overbuilt rigs when a local in a little beat up geo metro comes romping over the dunes.
Ppfffttttzzzzz
Escorts were great
Cheap to run
Reliable
Nimble on dirt roads
Etc etc
To each his own, beefy.
Holden or Ford any day for me.
Yes, I had them all at one stage or another.
My 1967 Holden SW named ‘The JET’ (from its sound, speed and it’s chromed ’50’s jet plane hood ornament) was the king of the coast by far, but a Ford Escort SW was the best budget buy haha
Different horses depending on the courses..
Yea, head-ons were a thing round these parts back then.
Escort, fail.
Bongs, ancient granite is a story I can relate to. Good stuff!
More as the story develops!…
seen one twirl seen them all. a hard pass
He looks huge there, definitely watchin this tonight