Via Pat Stiener
Keeping things moving right along…
Words by Frozen in Carbonite
Early this summer, Hulu released a Rick James documentary — a tour de force that I cannot recommend highly enough. In addition to the “trip the fuck out” moment of James being in a band with Neil Young, the film features a number of “reenactments” using 3D computer animation. These reenactments depict some really wild shit, including, yes, a coke-fueled orgy.
You know — what summer 2021 was supposed to have been!
Hopps x Quartersnacks items will be available on the QS webstore this Wednesday, October 6 at 11 A.M. E.S.T. Available at your local shop now ♥ Might be another something special dropping this week too ;)
It’s unreal how much footage John Shanahan gets. He’s got a new part out for Pangea Jeans. Heavy on the night footy, heavy on the midtown marble. Ender is nuts.
Love this new feature: Skate Jawn gives somebody a hundred-dollar bill and follows them around to see how they spend it. The first episode is with Ty Beall.
Antonio tomfoolery in the QS Dunk that is coming out pretty soon :) Photo by Jason Lecras
From a skate house above a chicken shop by Southbank to a GQ feature: Fashion-writer-who-actually-skates-and-can-write, Noah Johnson, profiled the minds behind Palace for a feature in Famous Men’s Magazine™.
Heckride interviewed Johnny and Mitchell’s brother, Andrew. Very excited for Coots’ video ♥
There is no shortage of crust evangelists working in New York skateboarding today, but every once in a while, there’s a part so endlessly dedicated to spots with eight things wrong with them that you need to stop and give #respect. Charlie Cassidy’s 4 x 4 part is one of those, and Vague mag has the part + an interview with him about it. The cast of In Crust We Trust would be proud :)
We all know the ancient proverb: “One man’s infrastructural banality is another man’s tailslide.”
But for all the details of cities that skateboarders pay a perverse amount of attention to — the positioning of cracks before stairs, the shapes of curbs, literal fucking trashcans — our ability to isolate a select few traffic medians as desirable places to hang out at is an under-appreciated tidbit of our lunacy.
To the average person, a median divides two opposing directions of traffic. Unless someone is an engineer, there is absolutely no reason to spend any of their precious time on earth thinking about one. To a skateboarder though… it’s not a ledge, it’s not a curb — it’s a ledge on TOP of a curb.
Given our struggles of just being left alone at a decent-enough ledge, some of our more able-bodied colleagues sought refuge in the soothing serenity of New York City traffic. And like many parables of post-Financial Crisis skateboarding, this one begins with Jake Johnson.