Nobody’s ever confused Ozzie Wright’s style for being “vanilla.” Nothing about the man is, from his art to the boards he rides to how he decorates them and inevitably, his style while standing atop them.
Let these few minutes of Wright’s surfing prowess serve as Exhibit A. There’s a certain je ne sais quoi about the way he finds his way out of barrels here. The stalls. The low crouch. The lines he picks. It’s an envious display of style that none of should try to match, probably because it’s all uniquely Ozzie Wright. To imitate the man would only leave the rest of us coming up embarrassingly short — like a drunk 40-something who butchers Don’t Stop Believin’ at karaoke night.
