Skate Rave @ Vans Space 198

And on a day when the wind-chill brings the temperature down to 12 degrees, we bring you some… good news.

Space 198, the new free, INDOOR Vans park is opening on January 2nd at 198 Randolph Street in Brooklyn. Unlike the belated House of Vans, which was more of an event space inside of a skatepark (and brought out people’s inner savages anytime there was a mid-winter open day there), this park is a community-oriented space built for skateboarding.

It’s going to be open Thursday through Sundays — you just need to to sign up on the website beforehand. And it’s off the Jefferson L stop in Bushwick, making everyone’s life a bit easier than a 20-minute walk through the snow to Greenpoint that we used to do ;)

As they were putting the finishing touches on it, they gave a handful of crews the chance to check out the park last week, and here’s what we came back with. Be nice to Jersey Dave when you see him, because chances are, his phone has not stopped buzzing for the past two weeks.

Filmed by Will Rosenstock, Paul Young, Max Hull, Cristian Berrios & Kyota Umeki.

Polar Skate Co. In Puerto Rico

Once synonymous with men flown by Super-8 umbrellas and the occasional gas-masked Swedish penis, Polar has taken a refreshing 2.0 turn in its video output these past twelve months. The cuts are still quick — the Polarian fingerprint remains — but the skating has began to gain in its armwrestling match with the art.

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Christmas in March — New Nik Stain Part + New Johnny Wilson Clip

Wasn’t expecting this waking up on a late-winter Tuesday morning: the first mostly-New York Johnny Wilson Vimeo upload since “Sup World” back in 2016 + Nik Stain doing Bruns levels of charging through the rickety back remnants of the CBS ledges like it’s Love Park or some shit.

Features a bunch of people you probably haven’t seen much from since the 917 video, which should get you stoked for the upcoming …917 video.

Andrew Wilson — ‘We Blew It At Some Point’ QS Remix

Sometime after the release of We Blew It At Some Point, and in that tiny window before “Mo Bamba” became a year-late inescapable hit, the office floated the idea of doing a remix of Andrew Wilson’s Polar footage to the song. Throughout the spring and early summer, Drew was always the first to throw it on during a car ride to the spot. The hit-anointing gods had other plans, as by the time fall came and our hackers extracted the footage from Pontus’ computer, it was impossible to walk ten feet in New York City — or any other city — and not hear “fuck! shit! bitch!” from someone’s car.

It was too obvious. And as the fall wore on, it got even more obvious. So obvious, that we didn’t even use it for our “Best of 2018” video. Nobody needed to hear “Mo Bamba” unsolicited for a very, very long time.

But we didn’t want to squander our hackers’ sleepless efforts. The footage sat around until Drew sent over a couple songs he thought would go good for a part, and we came up with this — just in time for some snow day hype.

Thanks to Tao, Johnny and Jesse for filming. Thanks to Pontus for the plug, and thanks to divine intervention for keeping us from editing Drew’s We Blew It At Some Point part + a batch of extras to last year’s most obvious song.

Previously: Don’t Call Me Hjalte (I Like It Here Inside My Mind remix.) Full disclosure… when that edit went live in 2017, I was a bit iffy on it, like, on some “oh this could, and should probably be better”-shit, but on revisitation just now that thing fucking goes. Both songs are *fire* and Hjalte still manages to surprise you even when you know all the clips. I edited that thing and was still saying “omg” rewatching it just now.

Frozen in Carbonite Presents — Song of the Summer x Video Part of the Summer 2018: Global Warming Edition

Words by Frozen in Carbonite

Everyone has their own theory about the point in time when summer ends and winter begins: fantasy football draft night, college kids swarming back into town, the first rainy Sunday when you bust out your favorite sweatpants, when the first beanie appears at the skatepark. (Maybe that’s not the best example, dudes would still skate in beanies* if there was a ledge in, like, Death Valley or some shit.)

ANYWAY, in my neck of the woods, the end of summer was marked by a quaint event at my local bar — perhaps the least “woke” event such an establishment could conceivably host: a bikini contest. Sunday night. Labor Day Weekend.

Unlike that one bikini contest that Ronnie “The Limo Driver” Mund hosted, this particular contest only had five entrants. The emcee set it off with a mandatory disclaimer regarding the importance of respecting women and a stern warning that anyone who failed to follow these guidelines would be removed from the premises. Subsequently, he asked the contestants a series of typical pageant-type questions like “if you were a number, what number would you be,” to which the young lady responded with the most predictable answer in the universe.

Nevertheless, another contestant triumphed that night and took home $500.

Before that, however, these songs and parts fucking powered summer 2018 — notable for a higher than usual number of according-to-Hoyle full-length vids and a lower than usual level of “IS THE FULL-LENGTH VIDEO DEAD?!” prognosticating.

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