Dime’s affluence over the past year has given rise to several developments. 1) They’re opening a store in Montreal on Saturday (depicted above.) They’ll carry their line, in addition to hardgoods, Quartersnacks merch and chill stuff from other chill companies. Proud of you boys. 2) They command a wider-reaching influence that has catapulted Jamal Smith into internet infamy yet again, made bowling edge out tennis as skaters’ peripheral sporting obsession, and the #dimechallenge to be undertaken in regions far outside French Canadia. 3) When you catch checks, you catch flights, and those flights have resulted in side-eyes from Swedish filmmakers.
Phil only carries the VX around for exercise, so here’s everything from the past year or so that was just for Instagram ;)
Between the appearances in the Converse One-Star Tour stuff, my former upstairs neighbor Logan’s “Sean & Sage” Dylan tribute, all of the Italy footage from Ben Chadourne’s third (third!) best clip of 2016, some AND1 mixtape B-roll, and an occasional appearance in a Johnny Wilson or Hardies edit — Sage more-or-less scattered a solid part across a slew of videos last year. We threw it all together in one convenient edit to some smooth Kiss FM shit to to help you get through the snow.
Filmed by Richard Quintero, Ben Chadourne, Logan Lara, Johnny Wilson and T.J. Marshall.
If you follow any venerable New York skate institution on social media, you no doubt caught on to the fact that the entire city was in Barcelona for the second half of January. Thanks to some fluke in the system, round-trip flights were running about $350 direct, so what would have been high season for Puerto Rican getaways turned into a citywide exchange of Tompkins for MACBA.
For us, the first day and a half were fine. Then came the rain. And more rain.
On day seven, we went to sleep with a 0% chance of precipitation on the forecast for the next day. We woke up: 0%. Half-hour phone stare sessions, showers, breakfast, board set-ups — we were ready to go.
An aggravated “Fuck!” emerged from Andre Page’s room.
“I don’t want to say it.”
“I don’t want to say it.”
“Dude, what happened?”
Desperate for a rout of good luck, our zero-percent chance of precipitation day became a failed Hail Mary mission a thirty-minute trainride outside of downtown Barcelona.
Some people drank their way out of despair, some tried to skate at night, others skated marble banks while they were only half wet during an hour-long dry spell, while a select few got #cultured. It has been said that the only way to deal with New York is to get the fuck out of New York — so there’s no time ever lost in not being here for a week-and-a-half.
…even if you come back with a minute of footage from the two days it didn’t rain ;)
As we enter the great unknown abyss of 2017, Quartersnacks will make the extra effort at embracing the things that make our world glow, and bringing them to the public’s attention (e.g. listened through the circa 2010 masterpiece of jubilance known as Suntrust Leland three times yesterday.)
To start, we took one of 2016’s more ~serious~ video outings, and remixed the 2014 Noseslider of the Year’s part with the same vibes that made 56 Tricks a perennial favorite Quartersnacks clip among office personnel.
Shout out to Roctakon for help on the mix ♥ and the Polar boys for sharing the footage.