To everyone still @ing us on social media to let us know that The Triangle™ is back: no the fuck it’s not. The cement is shit, the pink bumps are shit, and nobody on the Frog team has responded to a “are you skating?”-text in a month :(
But we’re no less still hooked on triangles, desperate to restore the joy of E. 9th Street’s onetime premier destination for a 50% chance of getting hit by a car. Philly skaters forced Love Park into resurrection once City Hall was destroyed, and Muni became a natural alternative once Love met the same fate. However riddled with champagne problems New York skateboarding may be — we never had the luxury of being able to replace something as special as Love by walking across the street to a nearly-as-good spot.
Like an opioid epidemic, once the good designer shit runs scarce, the demand for shittier alternatives rises. And lately, people have been skating some shitty triangles.
Please donate what you can to the Harold Hunter Foundation, which is doing a rout of fundraising right now. “A donation big or small will help enable them to provide mentoring, life skills workshops and college/career readiness activities for young people who would otherwise have no access to these vital services.” The best skater from New York is a H.H.F. alumnus so they’re doing real good work over there ♥
Quote of the Week: Pryce’s 30-Year-Old Friend: “Oh yeah, I’ve read about Finstas and Rinstas.” Pryce’s 16-Year-Old Brother: “Where’d you read that, Parent Magazine?”
It has been observed that making it to the Houston Park bump is the bare minimum benchmark to feel proud of yourself for having left L.E.S. Park. The Triangle and Tompkins had a similar relationship.
It took two hours to convince your group of friends to leave T.F. and skate to the westside. One rolled his ankle, one went to meet up with his girlfriend, another is staying to #build with Slicky Boy. The survivors begin the push down E. 9th Street. Do they make it to the westside — er, do they make it past Third Avenue?
“How was the rest of the day, did you make it to the westside?”
“No. We got stuck at the Triangle, ______ was trying some stupid trick.”
Triangles were once an unshakeable part of the cultural landscape, but whoever is in charge of streets in the East Village feels otherwise, especially as we approach the great unknown of 2018. As of yesterday, The Triangle™ is no more. What this means for other three-sided skate spots across the world, e.g. the Miami triangle, the Trianeln train station in Malmö, etc. remains to be seen.
Spend time with your triangles while you can, because as always, ain’t none of this shit promised ♥
UPDATE: They rebuilt it today, but the bump looks pretty worthless, plus the fact it has the little pink sidewalk bumps in it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Full review coming 2018.
With spring set to appear on a daily basis somewhere in the next four months, it was only natural that unknown forces would look kindly upon the T.F. After a mysterious origin at 12th & A this past weekend, a two-foot-wide wooden triangle structure made its way within the linked fences of Tompkins Square Park.
Skateboarding is entering year three of its fascination with triangles, so the expected popularity of said obstacle cannot be understated. An eminent men’s magazine even listed one of the major triangle-centric fashion houses of today among QS reader’s favorite aesthetic directions — though they later forfeit any purported credibility with the inclusion of earth-toned cargoes (???) and éS shoes (????????) Just imagine wearing triangles while skating triangles. Shit is gonna get weird man.
Our moles inside the Parks Department have informed us that the green bandits are only interested in confiscating objects that are “good.” If it resembles garbage, it’s going to have a long life at the T.F. If you put hard work and money into building a box, you can bet that it won’t make it til the next morning. This thing is just enough of a piece of shit that it should enjoy many spring months of wallie experimentation. Hell, that green bookcase corner from 2013 lasted over a month until it dilapidated into a single piece of wood propped up by a brick.
The Triangle is like the 2015 version of The Tombstone™.
