Caden Francis wants to qualify, be world champ and replicate "super rad" Filipe Toledo.
Meet Caden Francis. Kid is eight. Been undefeated in contests for two years. Wants to qualify. Who can blame him? Work ain’t fun for most of us, just years of drudgery with only the distant promise of age and decrepitude. Caden’s fav thing about surfing is that “it’s fun and unique.”
When heats were off and shark cameos were on during J-Bay, some rather inhuman ripping went down…
Watch Griff Colapinto, Tanner, Pat and Dane Gudauskas, Mikey February, Kanoa Igarashi, Leo Fioravanti, Samuel Pupo and a few more gives themselves to J-Bay in the latest “Amp Sessions.”
Filmed by Jimmicane
Edited by: Mikey Mallalieu
Music: Peter King: Ajo
Hooo-eee, this is a long way from the Gold Coast…
Asher Pacey does his pretty ballet dance thing in Iceland and under a new name The Fjordman.
Starring – Asher Pacey
Filmed & Directed – Ryan Mattick
Original Score – Russell W
Edited – James Kates
Additional Footage – Dave Fox
Troll Appeasement – Morgan Hives
Did you ever fall out of love with the lil West Oz maestro Taj Burrow? Forty and still watering eyes!
From Taj’s sponsor Globe: A few months after we left him from our adventures down the coast of WA for the Australia Part, he hit us up to let us know he had chased a swell to the Mentawais on a last minute whim and got the best HT’s and Macaronis he’d ever had. It was a solo mission and luckily our friend Dav @fox_in_soks was on hand to jump in and document the adventure. It wasn’t a big team trip, no photoshoots, no schedule to adhere to, no expectations…just an old fashioned strike mission. Needless to say, TB nailed it.
A handful of draggers survived the Polyprocalypse. Beneath the rubble they lay hiding.
From the presser: Hideously disfigured and battling chronic Drag induced psychosis, they roam the underground trenches of this dystopian deep web of horizontal (and vertical) wave debauchery. Gathering in secret. Dragging abandoned slabs to feed their obscure addiction, recruiting those rejected by the mindless control of hard society into their flaccid underworld commune. Not quite alive, not yet in the fiery pits where there’s weeping and gnashing of teeth, they lay in this soft purgatory, awake in anguish where the wages of Drag are surely death.
