New York does not have a bustling natural ledge spot that breeds a culture a la, say #eggsreport. Our most prized and documented hangouts are abysses of nothingness: Tompkins, T.F. West, some wood lodged against a stack of ten road plates. To skate a ledge, you need to either pray that the Big Screen Park guardians are off their watch, or take the train up to 110th.
You can like a spot for all it may have to skate, its good ground or its uncharacteristicly low bust. You truly fall in love with a spot when it has a living culture of locals, lurkers and transients. Lenox might not be anywhere near the breed of open plaza from the nineties that you hear older pros pontificating about, but it’s the best we got. Five ledges, a curb, brick ground that Shane O’Neill famously hated, a special sect of skaters who you’ll never see downtown, ruffians, philosophers, Ruff Ryder affiliates, and a revolving door of enthusiastic little kids who pick up skating for a few months that maybe-sometimes turn to years.
We love it here, and have loved it since the spot looked like this. Thank you Lenox.
Previously: Lenox Brunch, 2010 Lenox Tribute
Our Lenox Ledges tee, along with the rest of our spring drop will be available in the webstore at midnight [EST], Monday May 9th. Available in shops now. European shops next week. Small preview of the merch below. Have a good one.
