The Confessor likes to mess with Texas.
Mike Flint Tex Plant • photo by Matt Yula
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Check out these radical pics of Travis McCormack doing some winter shredding at the Yonkers park over on the Levil Uniform site. Photos by Paco.
If you don’t already know about Levil Uniform magazine, allow me to introduce you to one of the better zines out there IMO. Good photos, good stories, good music. Click on the photo of T-Rizzle and you’re there. You’ll want to bookmark this one. T-Rizzblock at Groton CT • photo by Paco Man is a hunter. Always has been. Still is. The urge is primal, way down deep in the spinal cord. The sweat, adrenaline, the sketchiness, hooting each other on for the kill, talking story later back at camp. That shit echoes down through tens of thousands of years of collective consciousness, and still rings true. Even that dope shuffling papers in some fluorescent-lit cubicle is a hunter deep down. We’ve come a long way, and shit, we’ve got it pretty good compared to a bunch of Neanderthals on a permanent no-facilities campout mission until they die at 30. But the urge remains and on some level a man still needs the hunt no less than he needs pussy. We neglect our tribal roots at our peril; the psychic trauma of repressing our instincts is no small thing. Don’t believe me? Check the stats on Prozac sales. So what’re we to do now that no one’s gonna starve if we don’t tackle a mastadon sometime soon? A proper skate trip is probably our last bastion of hope if we want to stay sane. Gather the tribe and head over the hills to see about knocking off a few big ones. Pat called the mission, and ancient protocols were set in motion –assemble the crew, send up some smoke signals to the local tribes, gather herbs for the journey, sharpen the spears, and inform the ladies that we just gotta go. We piled in the van like men on a jailbreak. The last of the hunters were bound for the great white north. Trippin ain’t easy, but it’s necessary. ~Chris Picco Travis hurricane • photo by Paco from Levil Uniform Magazine
More than enough.
Don’t Break the Koozie
Brendan smith grind • photo by Paco Friendship Kerry McCullough up to lipslide • photo by Paco
Party time. By the end of the night, this fire had full-sized tree logs on top of it. It was still burning when we left the next morning. As always, Vermont was a great time and I can’t wait to go back. One of my good friends from NJ, Benj Gleeksman, doing a pivot to fakie in Saugerties NY. One of my favorite tricks being done by one of my favorite people. Come shred NJ again soon, B! photo by Kris Qua The Guido vs. Dexter & Carmichael! POW!!! When I was 15 years old I went to a contest held at a surf shop on the Jersey shore. While skating in the warmup session, I kept my eyes open looking for the standouts. It wasn’t long before I noticed this one guy… he had a rad style, and definitely had his own bag of tricks. Stuff like flying off of the launch ramp and doing no-grab frigids without even popping an ollie, or another neat one- skating up to a curb full speed, slamming his nose into the curb, but then quickly popping an ollie up and over it. Almost as though he was trying to smash the curb into a million pieces before hopping over it and leaving it in his wake. At one point during the day, we were all told we had to stop skating so they could announce the contest results, but of course we just kept right on skating the launch ramp. The organizers, out of frustration, resorted to dropping a railslider bar (yes, I said railslider) at the bottom of the launch ramp we were skating. This guy I saw earlier doing the no-handed frigids, just kept right on doing all of his weird tricks off the launch ramp, but with an ollie over the primitive skate-stopper bar at the bottom of the ramp first. So it was like- ollie over bar, immediately hitting the ramp, then weird trick variations with lightning fast setup. I remember my friend from back home coming over to me and muttering something like “that guy is pretty rad,” and I had to agree. That was the first time I saw Derek Rinaldi skate. Summer of 1988. Here’s a rad still shot of Derek 23 years later applying his one-of-a-kind style to a gnarly frontside rock n’ roll on a steep wall bank during the “Street Masters” demo at the 2011 NYC Maloof Money Cup. Phil Jackson tends to make frontside feebles through corners look easy. What a jerk. Backside boneless by Patrick Guidotti Scott Kmiec gets up on some hefty vert with a very proper frontside tailblock. You better not be in Brendan Welsh’s way when he comes down from that wall. If you’ve seen him skate there, you know what I’m sayin’. Tag once posed the question “does he ever slam? I don’t think I’ve ever seen the kid slam.” Skate vert. |
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