Nord

NORD

In Sweden there is nothing. No surf and barely a square meter of smooth concrete. Our drug is the satisfaction of sweeping the driveway for three hours, then being able to wear ollies for ten minutes, before the sun goes down in the clouds and the cold turns our legs into stilts.

Love for us is to lie and splash among blocks of ice and feel the sting of catching at least one wave, before it is vital to use each other's body heat up on a pebble beach, where not even the windswept pines understand what we are doing.

The cold comes from the north and we are the NORTH.

A tailor-made concept for surviving and doing what we love . Our clothes and our boards have made the members of our dedicated sect perform great deeds.