Let’s do a little word association.
When we say France, what do you think of?
If you’re one of the Quiksilver Young Guns, you might say crepes, baguettes, barrels, and boobies. Lots of boobies.
Quiksilver recently brought their tea of underaged shreddahs to the pristine beaches of Hossegor, France. For a week they slid, danced, slashed and dashed their way across north Atlantic energy until they couldn’t lift another pancake to their sun-cooked lips. A magical journey indeed.