As the early 2000s become a burgeoning reference point for nostalgic skateboarders, it is important we avoid the temptation of lumping everything in as “nineties.” Baggy does not immediately equal nineties, man. It’s convenient to group #movements into ten-year intervals, except in reality, that boom-bap-cassette-tape-subway-at-night shit that adorns modern “Summer Trip to New York” edits went out the door by 1996 once Ma$e’ flow and Puffy’s shiny suit came around.
Sure, John Shanahan might gleefully season his skateboarding with spices from the purported “golden age” — most notably via Anthony Correa’s big DC shirts and a nod to the instrumental that played as Big Ill the Mack tried to make us forget the shit Keith Nut said about his sister five minutes earlier — but the early 2000s are even more present. Look toward the inconvenient task of skating the E.S.T--fave Penn Plaza manual pad post-renovation, apparent homages to Kalis and Stevie DC Video bump tricks.
Previously: DGK x Quartersnacks
Mandatory viewing
Wait till the DC Lynx becomes the new Janoski
I fux with this in earnest.
Refreshing alternative to Chuck Taylor no complies in highwaters
This whole part is fire fuckin represent son!
Dude that Conor Prunty part.