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Since the early 2000s, skateboarding in New York has been forcefully pushed out of marble bench-lined public spaces and into fenced-in basketball courts — so much that we began to overtake the ballplayers themselves. As we’ve now been pushed into skateparks throughout this past decade, even the courts are becoming a novelty.

Vernon-Jackson has long been one of the best spots in the city that everyone would always forget about. Strained for ideas on where to go skate at 2 on a Wednesday and sensing the “ok fuck it let’s do nothing”-point of 4 P.M. closing in, there has seldom been a resistant voice to taking the twenty-minute train ride from downtown to skate an straight fucking ledge that you don’t get kicked of, one stop into Queens.

Vernon-Jackson isn’t gone, but those pink [straight fucking] ledges that are becoming an endangered species are, and the rub-bricked concrete ledge behind the basketball hoop is a big question mark. The iconic little kid spot — the frontside-for-regular metal bench over the ledge — remains and will slowly fade into obscurity as kids begin skating ten-stair handrails ten months into skateboarding. May we forever remember the pink ledges as being home to one of the most low impact moments of Chris Cole’s high impact career as a pre-gothic skateboarder.

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On another note, the absolute worst spot to emerge from the 2000s court-ization of New York skateboarding and one of the worst ledges in city limits may potentially never see the light of 2017.

The Jackson Playground ledge was a surefire sign that your attempt at skateboarding in a given day was a complete failure. You didn’t even make it to Columbus Park. You opted to spend a precious 45 minutes of your time on earth with a concrete piece of shit. It’s bourgeois to say fuck this place because some kid in Iowa would probably sell his little brother into cruel child labor to have this thing, but fuck this place. Bye.

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Brian Clarke – Backside Noseblunt in Battery Park. Photo by Joe Monteleone.

Holmes & Co., Jersey City’s finest skateboard and vintage menswear shop, will be hosting a one-year anniversary event on Friday, April 1st. This will coincide with a screening of A Year of Holmes, a short skate video by video-maker extraordinaire, Justin White. 8PM-10PM. Complimentary beer and Yoo-Hoo will be served. 203 Brunswick Street, between 7th and 8th Streets. Take the Path train to Grove Street, head west on Newark Avenue for about six or seven blocks until you hit Brunswick Street, and make a right. Jersey Dave is reportedly showing up in drag after losing a bet. Flyer here.

This has apparently been the case for a minute, but the Parks Department installed a fence around the back perimeter of the basketball courts at Vernon-Jackson. You can still skate most of the spot, except the ledges from the side path that drop down into the court.

Skateboarding in Philly never “died.” Skateboarding in Center City died (with a few exceptions.) Even though it has made several rounds on the internet this week, this Stop Fakin’ 2 promo is proof of that. There’s still a ton of stuff out there if you have the right people to take you around, or you don’t mind skating over planters.

Solid New Jersey and outlying area clip from Kevin Winters. Skaters love timelapses like Mexicans love Morrissey.

File under “Dude, I like, saw this already” — Joey Pepper: The Video Part That Should Have Been. Features all of the footage from Expedition’s Madness promo, a lot of extras, and a lot of high fives. Skaters love high fives like white people love Wu-Tang.

Vu Skateshop mini-ramp clip, with a lot of Daewon-channeling maneuvers. Noseblunt stall nollie front foot flip out?

If you’re into Jason Dill’s non-skateboarding related endeavors, here’s a preview of his collaboration with the Fuck This Life ‘zine.

You really have to give it up to this old video of Dipset at the Source Awards for its uncompromising artistic pursuit at bodega set design. (This is what the block actually looks like.) The absolute pinnacle of Dipset’s existence. Cam still kills it, but it makes you wish the rest of them stuck to the musical sensibilities that coincide with 5XL sweatpants.

Quote of the Week:I think it’s okay to make fun of the brown pants skaters…you have to bust their balls a little bit.” — Roctakon

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