Skateboard endeavors moved northward towards CBS, which was heavily featured in John’s Vid (a video that simultaneously feels like it came out three months ago and three years ago), until that spot got knobbed.
It turns out that the real party was at the Museum all along — a spot that 4Ply learned was the most frequent #QSTOP10-featured New York spot in 2020. Considering there has been a generation (two?) of skateboarders who have not experienced a period of the Museum being a go, it’s no wonder everyone flocked there to take advantage of the glitch.
Paul Young logged some heavy hours there this past spring and summer, and came back with this edit featuring Mark Humienik, Joe Russo, Nick Ferro, Vin Perso, Joseph Delgado, German Nieves, Ben Tenner, Myles Underwood, Dana Ericson and Dick Rizzo.
Through a scratched-to-shit fisheye and an eighties soundtrack that makes the video play like a skateboard version of Sincerely Yours, Southside, we get treated to new parts from Mark Humienik, Nik Ferro, Chachi, Josh Wilson and Dick Rizzo that we never even knew to expect.
“Mired in gloom, to whom to look to for hope? A swaggering, bearded and sometimes-shirtless Frenchman beckons, modeling responsible social distancing behaviors from within a picturesque seaside flat. Lucas Puig is the COVID-19 therapeutic the world needs to see through these dark, blurring-together days.” Boil the Ocean throws Lucas Puig’s name in the hat for S.O.T.Q. — Skater of the Quarantine. And after that Biarritz edit, we are inclined to agree ♥
Backing this recent uptick of people reviving their dormant YouTube / Vimeo accounts as we ease into spring. (Could a new Krispy Du-Rag edit be around the corner?)
Matt Velez just put up his first [non raw files] edit since uploading Calzone in full over a year ago. It feels like a handful of b-sides from the last Bronze project, that Brad Cromer New York part, and whatever Wade Desarmo was filming for until it started raining — but definitely has enough to get you hyped for whenever the fuck it gets consistently warm outside.
And as far as spots you skate before succumbing to Commodore’s gravitational pull go: they might look boring, but we’re definitely all fine with getting stuck at those plastic benches on Metropolitan instead of Reggaeton for the next year or eight.