Harry Bryant, running and gunning at Pipeline last February.Brian Bielmann / Getty

Chasing Ghosts: Harry Bryant on Secret Typhoons and the Art of the “Roasted” Edit

A deep dive into the chaotic, creative, and undeniably fast-paced life of Australia’s favorite freesurfing misfit

In the chaotic, hyper-connected world of modern surfing, Harry Bryant remains a delightful anomaly. With his signature blonde bowl-cut and a penchant for riding anything from high-performance thrusters to vintage quads, the 28-year-old Australian is currently spearheading a “mongrel” revival in the freesurfing universe.

We caught up with “Haz” shortly after the premiere of his latest film, Roasted, while he was sidelined—not by a lack of swell, but by a surgeon’s screwdriver removing titanium pins from his leg.

The Anatomy of “Roasted”

Unlike the polished, high-budget productions common in the industry today, Roasted feels raw. It’s a 14-minute “tropical roast-up” that blends the buttery walls of Fiji with the oily barrels of Indonesia, culminating in a strike mission to a “mysto” river mouth in Southeast Asia.

“The greatest freedom of being a free surfer is that I am my own creative director,” Bryant says. “I don’t feel pressure to throw a bunch of shit online every few seconds. I want to make sure I have enough good content to put something together, even if that means sitting on footage for years.”

Hunting the Impossible

The centerpiece of the film is a high-stakes gamble on a remote river mouth that reportedly hadn’t broken in six years. Guided by the meteorological obsession of filmmaker Dav Fox, the duo chased a typhoon in the East China Sea, hoping for the perfect alignment of rain (to flush the riverbank) and swell.

“It’s like shooting an arrow through the head of a pin,” Harry explains. “To be somewhere you’d never expect to go, meeting a local surf community that has no idea who you are… it was surreal.”

Chaos and Creativity

The partnership between Bryant and Fox is fueled by what Harry calls “organized chaos.” From drilling holes in expensive water housings to save weight to navigating airports with thrift-store suitcases overflowing with loose lenses, the “behind-the-scenes” is as entertaining as the surfing itself.

“Everything else around you just evaporates when you’re chasing waves,” Harry reflects on his recent downtime. “It’s been nice to reset, enjoy the house, and look back at the vibe we captured. Wade [Carroll] and Dion [Agius] did such a good job in Ritualistic Tendencies of showing that happy energy. That’s what it’s all about.”

What’s Next?

With the metal out of his leg and his sights set on the next horizon, Bryant remains unbothered by the traditional metrics of success. Whether he’s hucking airs at Pipeline or bodyboarding a shallow rock garden with Mason Ho, Harry Bryant is just looking for the right board for the right day.

Harry Bryant with his local crew

As for the “mysto” river mouth? Don’t bother looking for the GPS coordinates. Some secrets are better left buried in the sand.