A Moroccan Symphony

with Eurico Romaguera & Rhythm

This journey through Morocco unfolded less like a surf trip and more like a slow composition — layered, unpredictable, and shaped as much by absence as by reward.

Over the course of nearly two weeks, we travelled the country from north to south, moving constantly: long drives, modest rooms, shared meals, desert mornings, and late nights soundtracked by Gnawa rhythms drifting through dusty streets. Alongside me were my close friend Eurico Romaguera, Lahcen, a Moroccan local whose intuition guided us through the landscape, and later Jade Madoe, who joined to translate the experience into film.

The ocean remained quiet for most of the journey. We searched relentlessly, adjusted expectations, and learned patience. When the waves finally arrived, they did so briefly — just enough. At Desert Point, Eurico rode a 9’9” Killer by Robin Kegel, and in that fleeting window everything aligned. The images from that session became some of my most personal work, one of them eventually finding its way onto the cover of The Surfer’s Journal — a moment that will stay with me for life.

The trip was created for Rhythm, not as a campaign built around performance, but as a reflection of lifestyle — clothing lived in rather than styled, shaped by travel, salt, sun, and shared experience. Between surf checks we explored the desert, ate countless tagines, drank tea, and let the country reveal itself slowly.

A Moroccan Symphony was never about chasing perfect waves. It was about movement, friendship, culture, and the quiet beauty that emerges when you stay present — even when the ocean stays silent.

WORDS BY EURICO ROMAGUERA

“You can feel that rhythm is an essential ingredient of life here. The scents of the spices, The flow of the tides, The music of Gnawa, The slow stride of the camels, The vibrant colours, It’s like a symphony of senses. It pulses through the veins of the Moroccan streets. The calls to prayer echoes everywhere you go, Like a hypnotic spell. And then, Hidden amongst the uneven landscape, There it is, The wave. It’s inviting us in. And just like that, as we paddle out, We become a part of that heartbeat, Of that rhythm. The rush of the wind, The sound of the water, It all builds into a powerful crescendo of energy.”