Bag of rocks

The St. George banks are gone. For a lot of people the were a "skate by it and ride it with a cola in hand" kind of spot. We tried skating the stairs in an up down manual down fashion but it never worked. It was like imagining your car is faster than it is, you know the physical limitations BUT the banks, however.....They knew no limits and brought us back at the start and end of every session. The fact that they were there was taunting in what what is the, amazingly, bankless city. As a kid in the sticks I often thought of Hogtown to be one giant tonyhawkproskater level before the game or playstation was even invented. When I got there I found a lot of soon to be be famous spots but I never got the skate perfect banks or street scultpted vert rides that I had imagined. But who did. This spot meant a lot to some and nothing to everyone. Bag of rocks there and the reason that this picture stuck to me was that Evan did that there. nobody else would skate unless kenny hughes skated and he couldn't "put the hammer down" on the bank over the rail so naturally sitting around was the last resort. Evan skated because he wanted to skate and I shot because I thought it was cool, shot in what sense you may wonder. Here it is. The spot that birthed a stole stone and the place that I and a friend took for granted until "I actually hope the wreck it".

Shit gets deep

Even ocad students know who Puleo is nowadays, no shot at the skaters but you wouldn't care anyway, go build a ramp. The infamous vhs made it's way into my vcr via handy candy karma but that may have been is what it is. His hands were so candy they pulled a tooth that crumbled. The video was one to remember and I could only think about skating after I watched it through and through. Then I was there and I saw him in a place that him was surprised to be him. If anyone other than Joe is reading this...please remember that him wasn't him yet to you. Him was that guy with the fastforward part in mad circle. Thank christ videos joy division'd magazines out and normal skaters could come up(up as in I got to see them but I never bought anything from a comapny that he rode/rides for).

I was surpirsed that I took this

lesly cummer? I forget the name of this skate park so if I am wrong let me know and, like an apologetic German, feign to being upset about my mistake. This photo was published in the illustrious concrete powder free paper put out by a skateboard distribution company. When you think about it the idea really works. Let's put out a would be magazine that suits the average highscooler's weekly budget of zero then make it about snow things and street things. I guess it worked because Chris was very pleased about the following of baggy pantsed high school boys that he accrued after this pic ran.

I was in my "let's be antihero phase" before I realized what I was getting into so we drank Grolsch on the bus there and I skated with a strap back hat on. So right away things were going very wrong and there really wasn't any going back because I had told Chris that I wanted to get a photo of him skating, not being wolverine. I skated he skated he filmed I slammed and the day went down in my memory because this very photo should not have happened because Chris couldn't find a line that gave him enough speed to get out of the bowl so he drank a beer and said "johnny,gotyerfuckingqueercamreadyforsomethingepic!?!". He pushed like a one legged dog making good on a passed out frat boy and rolled in coming back to hip(?) and doing this. I think the film proof is still out there but concrete, like SBC, never sends negs back anyway.

That old new shit

I have been thinking about this for a while and, with zero wherewithal, I have come to the conclusion that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. When I shoot a picture, or anyone else does for that matter, there are a lot things going on in the immediate vicinity that grab my attention and usually end up shooting a sequence metered at 400 when the film is 100. Push pull my love from my heart. I don't really have a message or anything deep lying under the hardwood but I want to show some of these pictures to people and I guess the blog world is a medium that would sponge bath that lethargic urge. For now I present to a warm up of the photos to come yet nothing to hint as to why said photo is important.