STYLE
Ain’t she just the oldest chestnut. Style. Who’s got it, who don’t and how can you get a piece?
And when you want to talk surf style who you gonna call? You’re gonna call Mason Ho, right?
“You never know what he’s gonna do. He throws style points back to his influences and elders. He’s truly one of my favourite surfers to watch,” says Kelly Slater.
Kolohe Andino’s ex-pro surfer pops, Dino, a lifelong friend of the Ho’s, says, “John John is really gnarly, but he’s not as fun looking as Mason’s shucking and jiving. He looks down, looks back, does all that crap. He’s paying tribute to his dad on every wave.”
Mason who is almost thirty years old, is in Costa Mesa, California, healing up an injury he got surfing a reef near Wollongong with Mick Fanning, when a little emoji-heavy text jiving… kaping… kaping… kaping… turns to a phone call.
Style? Want to talk to me about it?
“It goes through everything… (pause)… almost everything. Not if we’re talking QS though. Those guys… whooooooooof! There’s not much at their end.”
To make his point about bad style, Mason talks me through two days at the Cascais Pro, a big qualifier
