Chris Nelson talks to Andrew Kidman about Litmus and the profound effect this iconic film has had on contemporary surf culture
A few weeks back the Nixon team headed far east to the Russian peninsula of Kamchatka, a land of snow, mountains and crumbling brutalist architecture.
Quick—who has the best backhand on tour? I’ve got money that says 99% of you will have answered with a goofyfoot.
Introducing the non Ozzy contenders at the Red Bull Cape Fear event.
Beyond the monotonous commentary and jumpy webcast, the tour is a less air brushed affair.
In typical fashion the Billabong Rio Pro remained utterly unpredictable to the end.
It was an epic morning yesterday. Not big, a bit too much off shore, maybe not enough period, but having such clean conditions so far away in Kamachatka is such an experience.
This was, for the most part, a day of one turn closeouts, however, there was one moment which raised eyebrows; a moment of progressive surfing which threw a spanner in the title race and challenged the field to take flight.
We shall avoid arguments about wave quality for the time being, focusing instead on the freakish talents of a young Brazilian.
The Nixon surf team are currently encamped on isolated beach in eastern Russia, surfing in 2°C water, many miles from the nearest tarmac road.