In This Instalment Of MTV Cribs… Ethan Ewing

After getting repeatedly rinsed in each opening round of the Wahu Surfer Groms Comp series in Sydney, I was just coming to terms with the fact I probs wasn’t going to be the next Slater — whose pensive black & white K11Y mugshot gazed quizzically upon my bedframe.

Resolutely, I widened my goalposts to simply being “the best surfer called Ethan in the world”. A lesser distinction I could still swallow. Perhaps I would rank #1 on SEO if you typed in ‘ethan surfer’ into the search engine. Hopefully my surname could one day carry a certain redundancy like a ‘Mick’ or ‘Steph’ – you know who I’m talking about.

That would be sweet enough, I supposed.

So you can only imagine the upwelling of dread I experienced upon uncovering the shots of 13-YO Ethan Ewing at Racetracks. AI-esque hands hanging low under broad shoulders, hips thrust forward, that immaculate diff engaged as he, without missing, nipped and tucked and decimated each protruding lip with a panache unlike that of any fledgling in our cohort.

Fuuuuuuuuck. 

This latest Creatures ‘Packed’ piece is the first of a few profiling their star-spangled roster. This one shows Eth at home, in his heart + soul North Straddie pad furnished with flotsam, rusted boating paraphernalia + dog hair from his staffy. It’s ‘roots’ as Goggans might say (not David, Ashy). His relaxed demeanor, a byproduct of being removed from the context of horns, jerseys + sponsored ladders. 

It’s probably the most candid and character-revealing piece we’ve seen from him where he divulges his affinity for French culture + women, window seats, upgrades, Tool, Metallica and Tame Impala, and his distaste for plane food, among other things.

You can read the Stab interview with the 2x CT winner here.