Had some leftover footage from the past couple trips + a few things that might’ve potentially ended up in the now [probably?] defunct QS Drop Offs series. Threw this # feel good # clip together :) It’s a spring-themed fall video, and though it has summer footage from foreign counties, we limited it to places where the summer feels like it does in the city right now (66 today!) Heard a new skatepark that took thirty years to complete just opened up, maybe see you guys over there later ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Features: Johnny Wilson, Josh Wilson, E.T, Tyler Warren, Vincent Touzery, Max Palmer, Matt Perez, Tyler Tufty, Charles Rivard, John Franco, Pad Dowd, Adam Zhu, Tico, Hjalte Halberg, Louie Lopez, Jack Greer, Andrew Wilson, Daniel Kim.
Our new capsule with Nike SB releases on Thursday, October 13 in skate shops worldwide. It includes a special, #lowkey colorway of the Bruin Hyperfeel, a heavyweight longsleeve pocket tee, and a Lamborghini of a wool coach jacket that exudes grown and sexy confidence. Thanks Ripped Laces for the love ♥
Skateboarding in 2016 is a strange place, and this early 2000s nostalgia is really hitting critical mass man. Whatever incarnation of Osiris still exists re-added Tyrone Olson and Peter Smolik to their team, a year after Smolik aired out the company for denying him a snow camo Navigator and pushing Slimer-colored footwear. “The Storm already passed homie, let’s get the hurricane on and the tornado.” I don’t know dude.
Yesterday, we were talking about how much American currency it would take for us to attempt a caveman boardslide on the rail that goes down from the middle stage at House of Vans. This guy crooked grinded it.
This part is way less ledge dance-y than I remember it. It’s more bump-to-cans and bump-to-fences than anything, and surprisingly #current in that regard. The song is still the worst rap song in a skate video ever unless someone skated to Wale.
Did we singlehandedly ruin Copenhagen? No, probably not. Did we contribute to turning it into Tulum for boys, to the point where everyone goes there for “vacation” and sees the same people from the side of the ocean that they just left? Not no.
It was an obsession that began with the Ragers Inc. clip, filmed during the world’s greatest skateboarder’s tenure in the world’s greatest place, circa 2011. Since then, it has become the epicenter of the world’s most absurd spots, and “home to skateboarding’s SXSW.” A few dozen Copenhagen trips between the two, and Danish-set skateboarding content on QS has hit critical mass. Maybe we’ll check out Bucharest?
The last* Copenhagen clip you’ll ever see on the Quartersnacks homepage features Bobby Worrest, Hjalte Halberg, Andrew Wilson, Hugo Boserup, Max Palmer, Cyrus Bennett, Alex Olson, Oskar Rosenburg-Hallberg, Ishod Wair, Ryan Bobier, Ville Wester. Never again!
It brings us great shame — both as devout front row #fashionweek attendants but also unpaid Copenhagen tourist board employees — to discover that apparently there’s a Copenhagen fashion week? Who would’ve thought designers need an entire [half] week dedicated to wearing all black, avoiding eye contact and appearing indifferent? Maybe that’s every fashion week though ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Word is that they timed #CPHFW along with the CPH Open contest, which is like the perfect storm for potential bad decisions (turning a watermelon into a pipe, etc.) Anyway, back to Sremmlife 2…
Some extras embedded below, including a day-trip excursion to Malmö, the proverbial Newark to Copenhagen’s New York. (It’s a lot nicer than Newark.)
Features Andrew Wilson, Bobby Worrest, Hugo, Cyrus Bennett, Ishod Wair, Alex Olson, Oski, and my third favorite skateboarder (1- Max Palmer, 2 – Louie Lopez), Zach Malfa-Kowalski A.K.A. Feeble god.
It is tough to come up with an unjustified hyperbole about Copenhagen. I watched a board shoot out into an old lady’s bike the other day, and she smiled it off, waved goodbye and went about her business. We were skating a playground in a place that by some Scandinavian stretch, had Bushwick playground vibes, and accidentally almost crashed into a five-year-old. The response was “try and watch out for the kids” — not “fam I’m deadass about to get all my cousins to pull up and shoot you.” The place is a perfect concoction of people not giving a shit about what you’re doing, and people caring so much about what you do because they’ll line every modern public space with some sort of perfectly skateable object.
The T.F. here doesn’t have its boxes taken away in 48 hour cycles. In the summer, you spend zero time inside a car or train. Places will serve you sexy cocktails to go. You can enjoy a beer or six, and some guy will not be far off waiting to collect your empty can moments after you finish. Every spot is parallel to some of the earth’s luckiest bike seats ♥. Even drunk street meat decisions don’t seem to be as much of a gastrointestinal threat as they do stateside. Sure, it’s expensive and cold in the winter, but we live in New York. Don’t sit here and tell me about expensive and cold when your boy just found the deal of a lifetime for a $1300 10 x 10 off the Myrtle-Broadway stop that he needs to still buy a spaceheater for, but still sleeps in his socks.