Socialisme et planche à roulettes

Une fois n'est pas coutûme, certains membres et proches du très exclusif cercle lodgien ont été aperçus en train de pratiquer l'art de la roulette à vocation esthétique. On remarquera, non sans un frisson nostalgique, la mise en scène et l'angle de vue typiquement "nineties" de notre photographe et "spot-ripper" préféré MC Léon. On déplorera cependant le manque de doudounes et baggies bleus délavés au niveau du style vestimentaire des protagonistes, mais que voulez-vous, même chez La Lodge, la "street credibility" a ses limites.

On ne pourra que saluer l'initiative de ces guerillieros urbains de donner une dimension politique et profondément socialiste à leur skateboard en choisissant volontairement un "quartier sensible" pour aller pratiquer leur art. Combattant les préjugés sans relâche armés d'une bonne dose de courage et d'une répartie à toute épreuve, ils sont parvenus à rendre le fameux dicton obsolète : "session en cité, bourre-pif dans le nez".


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180 front fake nosegrind fs shove-it out - Raph

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Remaniement ministèriel sur fond de jazz

Coup de latte fatal pour l'entreprise (pas si) familiale Traffic qui perd son ambassadeur aux petites lunettes rondes, j'ai nommé Jacob Sabback, qui va par le sobriquet de Jack dans les allées rugueuses de la mégalopole new-yorkaise. Jack rejoint les rangs de la très ésthétique marque Stéréo, aussi chez La Lodge nous nous laissons aller de bon coeur à conjecturer quant à un possible désaccord concernant le déménagement de la marque Traffic chez le fabriquant Syndrome, après plusieurs années de bons et loyaux services chez le manufactureur très east-coast Chapman.

Cela n'est pas sans évoquer le (non-)remaniement ministériel qui eût lieu ces jours ci dans notre contrée hexagonale. En effet, si le n°1 du gouvernement français reste toujours Mr Fillon et que sa politique favorise toujours les bonnes gens de droite, on peut également penser que le salaire de Jack, malgré le changement d'écurie, ne bougera pas d'un poil. Ce ne sont que bruits de bureaux et autres cancans de machine à café, mais certains de nos reporters se sont laissés dire qu'autant chez Traffic que chez Stereo, le chèque en fin de moi serait optionnel. Certains nous parleront de passion et de "skate pour le fun" et nous soutiendront qu'un salaire ne veut rien dire, mais soit dit entre nous, ceux-là sont sans doute les même qui vont pointer à la soupe populaire du fait de la grande cohésion sociale sarkozienne.

Et croyez moi chez La Lodge, on ne mange pas que des conserves. Oh non.

Days & Nights

Days&Nights Teaser from Julien_J on Vimeo.

Parmi les productions visuelles les plus excitantes de l'année s'inscrit sans problème le joyau de celui que l'on en est venu a appelé "the white R.B. Umali"; en d'autres termes la vidéo Popular Skateshop "Days & Nights", filmée et montée par Julien Januszkiewicz. Filmée entre Montpellier (terre d'encrage du skateshop) et Bordeaux (terre de vin), la vidéo regroupera des gens aux profils variés allant de "star du skateboard français" à "pseudo-étudiant glandeur".
Certains de nos détracteurs diront que La Lodge s'abaisse à faire du prosélytisme étant donnés les étroits liens que la rédaction entretient avec les protagonistes de cette vidéo, il n'en est cependant rien. Les brèves images de ce teaser transpirent une poésie urbaine que seuls les plus grands réalisateurs ont su capter jusque ici et les contributions de chaque skateur apportent une dimension épique à ce qui deviendra très bientôt une fresque urbaine du skate post-2010.

Sur un tout autre registre, il a été ouï dire que les esprits s'échauffaient sur Bordeaux et que des amitiés ont été brisées sur la question délicate, mais cruciale dans ce monde où la culture de la célébrité fait rage, concernant à qui de droit revient la Dernière Part. Pneus crevés, pare-brises cassés, mysterieuse peinture bleue sur les ailes de voitures, tels sont les méfaits auxquels se sont laissés aller certains skateurs bordelais dans le but d'intimider le talentueux Mr Januszkiewicz afin d'obtenir le Saint Graâl de tout skateur: une Dernière Part. Un comportement que La Lodge qualifiera de "pas très sport".

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Le Roi Lion: Quim Cardona

Chez La Lodge, il est bien connu que nous vouons une haine féroce aux rastaquouères et autres hippies qui pullulent dans les milieux autorisés de la jet-skate que, tenez le vous pour dit, nous fréquentons ardemment. Ces gens sont sales, vils et croient que la misère du monde peut se soigner via une chanson de Larukétanou et une fleur. Bien heureux les simples d'esprits qui ont choisi d'ignorer les rouages impétueux et impitoyables de notre société. Cependant, sachez que chez La Lodge nous ne sommes pas de la sorte et pronons les CDD et la précarité pour nos chers journalistes.

C'est pourquoi lorsque nos éminents collègues scientologues du Berrics nous ont proposé un United Nations du team Organika, ambassadeurs de la culture "peace", la rédaction fut quelque peu sceptique. Sceptisme qui se vit d'autant plus confirmé via les "lifestyle shots" d'un Quim Cardona jouant du mélodica pacifiste et arborant une tignasse de type serpillère avec un bandana.
Et alors que la coupe s'apprêtait à déborder et que notre Délégué au Berrics s'apprêtait a jeté son Mac par la fenêtre, Maitre Cardona daigna mettre un pied sur sa board et nous restâmes cois durant toute sa prestation qui, quoique haute en couleur, est loin d'être sans intêret.
Pour un skateur que l'on n'hésitait pas à qualifier de fini, on peut dire qu'il a de bons restes et même de nouvelles manoeuvres sous le coude. Le switch crook en line et le wallride nollie 3-6 out étant les prouesses les plus surprenantes venant de cet individu aux pantalons de "teufeur". Plus surprenant encore est le coeur qu'il semble avoir mis à l'ouvrage. Au milieu des ces jeunes éphèbes au flip out facile, Quim fait figure d'un lion se débattant dans sa cage pour montrer qu'il est encore bel est bien le roi de la jungle et que jamais ces gazelles ne le détrôneront. Quim sue abondamment, pousse comme âne, se jette sur la rail en roulant dans le mauvais sens. Il n'en a pas fallu plus pour séduire la rédaction qui voue secrètement un culte aux pros trentenaires qui "still got it".
Il est cependant bien ironique de voir celui qui fut jadis le roi de New York littéralement enfermé dans un clapis de métal pour produire ce qui sera sans doute son meilleur footage de l'année. Ainsi, la métaphore du lion en cage est d'autant plus justifiée et nous montre la sombre et triste réalité du monde de la planche à roulettes à vocation artistique et aggressive.

Le mythe des 90s

Mieux vaut tard que jamais, voici donc l'opinion de la rédaction concernant ce concentré de nostalgie que le team Etnies a produit durant le fameux "online skate event" Skate and Create. Nous remarquerons au passage que Skate and Create contribue largement à démocratiser le skate au sein de notre société, puisque de nombreuses entrées ont été postées par des non-skateurs avides de sensations "Xtremzz" sur les divers réseaux sociaux. Encore une fois de plus c'est l' "Xtreme" et "gliss'n'fun" qui a triomphé puisque c'est l'exercie pyrotechnique réalisé par Lakai qui s'est vu récompensé d'un high five virtuel.

Autant vous dire de suite, chez La Lodge, nous nous sommes copieusement gerbés dessus durant la première projection du film Lakai. Voir des hommes sauter dans des cerceaux de feu peut certes s'avérer intéressant, cependant cela s'appelle du cirque et il faut avoir un age mental de 4 ans pour pouvoir pleinement apprécier la chose. Il est également inutile de préciser que Ty Evans parait très bien lancé pour rendre la marque phare des 90s (Girl/Choco) une des choses les plus lourdes et inésthétiques de cette période post-9/11.

Bref, venons en au fait: la problématique que le film Etnies soulève. Certes, c'est les joues baignées de larmes que nos chers journalistes se sont repassés en boucle la vidéo tout un après-midi, mais cependant quelque chose clochait. Pourquoi ce désir de romantiser les 90s à tout prix? Les années 2000 n'ont-elles pas offert leur lot de joies également?
Un tel problème fait appel à une connaissance de la psychologie même du skateur. En effet le skateur (homo-glandus-skatus), lorsqu'il atteint l'âge adulte, peut durant des après-midis entiers se retrancher dans sa tendre adolescence via son engin à roulettes. Cela en jette un coup aux revendications artistiques de certains skateurs, et nous apprend que le skate est finalement un bon moyen pour retrouver ce sentiment de liberté qu'on pouvait éprouver en sautant la cloture de chez mémé un soir d'été pour allez zoner avec les voisins (surtout la voisine, en fait). Ainsi, l'attachement que chaque skateur porte aux 90s, n'est qu'une manière déguisée de chérir ses jours d'innocence, tendre période ou le skate comportait encore une part de mystère, où Internet n'avait pas tout ruiné (dit le blogger) et où tout ce qui importait était de passer un bon moment seul ou avec des homies, quite à porter un t-shirt Waïkiki. De même, les vêtements caractéristiques de l'époque fonctionnent comme des trophés que le skateur aime à exhiber afin de montrer qu'il évolue dans la tradition directe des 90s.
Le skate, "sport de jeunes", ne veut donc pas forcément dire que le skateur est bien dans son époque. Au contraire, le skateur souffre d'anachronisme chronique et se refuse à grandir et à faire face à l'age adulte. Pour ce faire, les divers comportement qu'il adoptera sertont une hygiène douteuse, un look pour le moins craignos et une tendance à prendre la rue pour sa seconde maison, voir salle de bain.
La rédaction aimerait cependant jeter un bémol sur tant de bons sentiments et propose à chaque skateur de se rappeler un court instant à quel point il pouvait être dur de skater avec une doudoune Helly Hansen. Oui, avoir l'air d'un gangster à 12 ans avait un prix.

Tergiversations sur le skate de nuit

Frame by Frame out now 3 from Romain Batard on Vimeo.

Chez La Lodge, il faut bien l'avouer, nous sommes très friands de la pratique de la planche aggréssive de nuit. Et cependant, il me semble qu'aucun de nous ne sache vraiment pourquoi le skate de nuit peut s'avérer être autant jouissif. Voici donc, en 3000 signets, ponctuation comprise, l'explication qui nous semble être la plus logique.

Il est désormais entendu et accepté que le skate n'a plus rien de marginal et que n'importe quel individu en quête de "fun" et de "good vibes" peut se procurer la-dite planche et partir à l'assaut des rues, le tout avec une panoplie dite de "sport extrême". Certaines mauvaises langues diront que l'assaut des rues en question se limite très souvent à rester cloîtrer dans un skatepark en vue de s'entrainer pour le prochain Skate à l'Ouest Contest, préstigieuse compétition qui n'est autre qu'un moyen de s'assurer les faveurs des spectatrices et de leur faire partager ces fameuses "good vibes". Cependant, c'est un débat dans lequel nous nous garderont bien d'entrer par peur de froisser les esprits.

Hors, la rédaction de notre ambitieuse feuille de choux est largement conservatrice et déplore amplement cette démocratisation de la pratique du véli-planche. Aussi nous militons virulemment (si si, il est bon celui là - NDLR) pour que le skateboard reste une activité marginale comptant parmis ses pratiquants des personnages créatifs et hauts en couleur. C'est donc à travers le skate de nuit que se matérialise notre mouvement de protestation.

Alors que les athlètes de l'extrème se reposent de leurs durs efforts, nos journalistes sont dehors jusqu'au petit matin. C'est peut être à cette période de la journée qu'il est possible de jouir au maximum de la liberté que ce petit bout de bois offre. La ville se vide des ses individus les plus respectables, la faune nocturne fait son apparition, et les interactions avec le spectateur se font plus nombreuses et plus intenses. Ainsi, il n'est pas rare de voir une glissade sur l'épaule sur plusieurs mètres être accueillie par les clameurs téstoteronnées d'une troupe de douches en partance pour une discothèque où la chemise se porte en satin et près du corps et où la musique est à tendance latine. Je digresse. Parfois également, il s'agit du hobo local qui offre généreusement de partager son herpès avec vous via le goulot d'un bouteille de whisky, en vue de vous donner un peu de courage pour votre prochaine cascade à tendance aggressive et extrême. Le vendeur d'épices locales viendra aussi vous proposer ses tarifs aguichants, et si vous êtes quelque peu chanceux et qu'il se trouve offusqué par votre refus, vous aurez toutes les chances de devoir esquisser quelques pas de danse avec cet attachant individu qui n'est pas le dernier pour la bagarre. Enfin, les arrêts à chaque spots se voient très souvent écourtés par des riverains excédés par le bruit mélodique de nos planches. Vous aurez beau leur expliquer que le skate se passe dans la rue et que c'est une activité mi-physique mi-artisitique et que d'ailleurs ils n'ont qu'à voir la part de Jason Dill dans la Photosynthesis, ces gens là ne voudront rien entendre et resteront pérsuadés que la nuit est faite pour dormir, sous le tendencieux prétexte qu'ils doivent se lever à 6h pour travailler le lendemain, et qu'il est déja 3h30. Bien heureux les simples d'esprit. Il se peut aussi qu'un riverain excédé se transforme en formidable ami à usage unique et vienne discuter avec vous des enjeux du skate de rue dans une société où il faut être toujours plus productif pendant 30min, avant de vous avouer que le bruit des planches le berce quand il joue à sa console de jeux vidéos.

En d'autres termes, la nuit replace le skate dans le contexte au milieu auquel il appartient: les freaks, et lui redonne ses lettres de noblesse. Perdants magnifiques, les skateurs sont dehors dans une environnement urbain quasi désert à une heure où le douche couvert d'auto-bronzant chasse la gazelle sur une musique mi RnB mi électro et où les gens normaux mènent un vie sociale normale et saine. Et peu nous importe si les regards des demoiselles endimanchées sont rarement pour nous, parce que pousser à fond sur une rue déserte avec ses homies est un sentiment qui peut difficilement être égalé.
Après mûre réflexion, la rédaction souhaiterais préciser qu'un regard de temps en temps ne ferait pas de mal.

ps: une vraie douceur, ce teaser par le RB Umali français (époque 90s bien sûr), Romain Batard.

Discours sur la nature du skate britannique

Chez La Lodge, on affectionne particulièrement le skate britannique. Il ont beau être moches, maigrichons, mal habillés, il y a toujours une sorte de grâce qui émane des ces êtres palichons qui arpentent leurs rues rugueuses en quête d'un ledge qui ne glisse pas un poil. Une sorte de déchéance poussée jusqu'à son paroxysme pour finalement éclore et produire une chose totalement hors norme. Il n'y a qu'à voir la maigreur squelettique du sieur Jensen pour comprendre de quoi il s'agit. La glissade sur l'essieu avant en opposite est facile et cependant elle ne fait aucunement rappel aux nombreuses déclinaisons proposées par le OG sieur Sad dans la 411 best of 4(1997?) que bon nombre de nos collaborateurs ont épluché tout en s'enivrant d'hydroponique durant leur jeunesse. Jeunesse, quand tu nous tiens. Et cependant, bien que les 90s soient occultées, la grâce est là et le switch nosegrind se voit insufflé un second souffle et adapté à l'austérité de l'architecture britannique.

Une interprétation utopique? Certes non. Que notre lectorat se rassure, nous votons bien à droite et avons amplement conscience de la largeur du postérieur du Paul Shier, du style affreux de Mark Baines et de l'étrange ressemblance de Sylvain Tognelli avec Rodney Mullen (si si il est anglais maintenant) (source: Mr Pento). Alors quel est l'ingrédient magique qui fait que le skate britannique soit si attirant? Le réalisme, justement. De même que les plus grands pornographes vous diront de miser sur l'amateurisme de nos jours, le skate anglais est bien ancré dans son ère et nous rappelle quotidiennement, de par la laideur de ses protagonistes, que nous ne sommes pas des héros californiens au dos tatoué, et que jamais nous ne le seront. Une bonne leçon d'humilité pour chacun, en ces temps durs où le skate s'apparente plus à un concours canin qu'à ce qu'il n'est vraiment: une façon implicite et poétique de faire l'amour aux types d'architectures les plus hostiles.

ps: je suis ivre.


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La surcharge pondérale, clé de voute d'un skateur accompli

La Lodge se veut être un journal qui n'hésite pas à prendre à contre-pieds les idées reçues dans le petit monde étriqué du street planche. Enfin, dans la mesure où idées reçues il y a, et dans la mesure où il a quelque chose contre quoi s'insurger. Une sorte Charlie Hebdo skateboardistique en sorte. Oui, la rédaction est aussi ambititeuse que cela.

C'est pour cela que lorsque la part du bel éphèbe de chez Gravis est sortie, il a fallu creuser un long moment pour trouver quelque chose à redire. Nous avons du mettre nos plus minitieux experts qui se sont prétés à maintes et maintes revisionnages de la part en slow-motion. Certes, il n'est pas dur de se laisser aller à jaser sur les mocassins en cuir tant contreversés, sur les habits trop "tendance" qui sont en désaccord avec le role social traditionnellement occupé par le skateur dans notre société, ou même par le gesticualage intempestif, et cependant savament calculé, des bras du sieur en question à chaque replaque. Oui mais voila, chez La Lodge, on vaut mieux que ça. L'on aime à s'enorgueillir de nos fines analyses qui plait tant à notre lectorat de droite.

C'est donc après d'interminables journées de travail que nous avons enfin trouver la faille: Dylan Rieder est trop beau, et trop mince pour être un skateur entièrement accompli. Certains de nos détracteurs diront peut être qu'un tel avis est influencé par le fait que chaque membre de la rédaction avoisine le quintal, cependant il n'en est rien. En effet, l'embonpoint (si toujours est-il qu'on peut parler d'embonpoint après 100kg) est la clé du style et il n'y a rien de plus attractif (dans les limites de l'hétéroséxualité, bien entendu) que de voir un grolard rougeot détruire un spot comme personne. Plus de rapidité, des carvings plus efficace, un effet de la gravité décuplé, tels sont les éléments qui font que les gros ont dix fois plus de style que les maigres. Cet article est donc un hommage à tous les skateurs qui ne ratent jamais leur 4h, à tous les skateurs qui ne vont jamais skater sans quelques euros en poche pour des Pépitos et de la bière, et finalement à tous ceux qui prennent deux fois plus cher que les minces quand ils se vautrent. Messieurs, c'est votre heure de gloire:

Non, parce que dès fois on en parle pas, alors les gens pensent qu'on a oublié...

Le frigo vide

Connaissez vous ce sentiment amer d'avoir un frigo et des placards remplis de victuailles, et cependant rien ne semble pouvoir calmer cette faim qui vous ronge? Vous tournez en rond, ouvrez, re-ouvrez placards, frigos et congélateurs en éspérant qu'une petite douceur ait échappé à votre regard. Mais en vain. Et ce ne sont pas ces maudits sarments chocolat/menthe offerts par Mémé à Noël qui vont calmé cette faim. Non, vous avez besoin de quelquechose de consistant et de nouveau à la fois. Oui mais quoi?

Tel était l'état d'abbatement dans lequel se trouvaient les journalistes de La Lodge en cette après-midi augustienne caniculaire. La chaleur pesante avait rendu nos gommes Bones bien trop molles pour un énième OUT, et le sentiment de fraicheur apporté par la récente part de Pete Eldridge s'était déjà envolé. Il fallait bien nous rendre à l'évidence: nous étions las. Las de cette routine skateboardistique; las de parcourir les même rues à la recherche d'un spot parfait qui, il fallait bien l'admettre après tant d'années, n'existait surement pas; las de visionner et revisionner les exploits de nos héros San-franciscains aux joggings en peau de pêche. Et c'est alors, qu'une pépite, tel un pot de glace Ben'n'Jerry's Cookie Dough bien caché au fond du congélateur, fit sont apparation: Burnt. Mais qui sont ces gens, d'où viennent-ils et surtout d'où vient cette musique hispano-divine qui retentit? Autant de questions qui ont suscité maintes conjectures et excitation parmis nos journalistes qui semblaient retrouver à travers ces quelques minutes de poésie urbaine et sub-urbaine un passé qu'ils n'avaient jamais connu. Ces héros anomymes resteront sans doute ainsi pour toujours, mais ce qui est sur c'est qu'ils ont ravivé la flamme dans le frèle palpitant de nos chers reporters de La Lodge.
Même Harry, le gros du 5e, a sorti son cruiser Powell. C'est pour vous dire.

La fin des 90's

Cette année l'arène du Berrics est, me semble-t-il, le théatre d'un fait qui à jeté l'effroi dans les bureaux de La Lodge. Plus que jamais, il devient évident que les jours de gloires des années 90 touchent à leur fin. Certes oui, voila une déjà une décade que les 90's sont finies, mais l'on pouvait toujours se bercer d'illusions en regardant certaines parts post 2000 de JB ou Mike Carroll qui trahissaient leur source d'inspiration évidente. De temps à autre, un fakie ollie switch frontside crook (affecteusement surnommé un "Mike York") ou même un switch mongo push venait se glisser entre 2 combos. Si ces éclats étaient rares, leur effets n'en étaient que plus intense.
Seulement voila, cette année touts les skateurs trentenaires du BATB3 se font balayer par de jeunes hommes qui, si ils ne sont pas supporté financièrement par des boissons gazeuses au gout d'urine, ont une selection de figures suggérant une immaturité probale et un manque de gout certain. De plus, et cela ne va pas sans créer une certain tumulte dans le Département OG des bureaux de la Lodge, la frontière entre "OG head" et "gros pourri" semble être de plus en plus poreuse. Il est en effet surprenant de voir cette merde réelle (real shit) de Josh Kalis apparaitre dans ces déprimantes pub DC, pour, de surcroit, nous refiler sa créme solaire dont il aurait sacrément besoin afin de se badigeonner le rectum pour recevoir l'adoubement suprême de Ken Block. Je digresse.

Quoique il en soit, les temps sont durs à La Lodge, et beaucoup de nos reporteurs perdent la foi. J'ai même eu l'occasion d'en voir certains s'essayer au 3-6 shove it. C'est pour vous dire...

ps: tel Mystery qui passe du noir&blanc à la couleur, La Lodge sera désormais dans la langue de Molière au lieu de Shakespeare. Si au moins un lecteur anglophone pouvait se plaindre, ça me mettrait de beaume au coeur...

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The Thinkers from the Golden Gate Bridge

Once upon a time there was a brand nobody cared about and if one was asked about its team, it was with a certain bewilderment that he had to admit that he could not even name one dude. This brand was of course Think. Despite its presence on the Western skate scene for quite a long time, not much attention was paid to Think.

However, their [no so] recent additions to the team have generated much sexual arousement among the SF Department of La Lodge. First, the pony-tailed Floridian Brian Delatorre seems to have received a good piece of advice and has traded his filthy outfits for what seems to be the uniform of the winners these days: Dickies & Cons. Not to mention his bag of tricks which has become far more interesting since his delocalisation. Then, that Josh Mathews kid who is definitely an upcoming all-aroud ripper. Finally, to bend the rules, internet sensation Cody McEntire finally comes through with some footage without fedora hat nor miniramp circus moves. I have even overheard a conversation between two of our reporters in the toilets claiming that his footage was "kinda alright." Well, this is certainly very nice but I guess they weren't paying attention during that awful 3-6 shove it. So be it.

But what we were more concerned about is that this promo allows us to forsee that in the very near future Think will release a very exciting audiovisual production. The team seems to be more pumped up than never and the musical accompaniement lets us think that the full lenght video will be a treat as much for our eyes as for our ears.

A special mention should be addressed to "Dela" for his untouchable opening fs crook, which made more than one of our reporters whipe their greasy foreheads blurting out an admirative "Phew! That kid is no joke!"

Bay Area Exposure

La Lodge's Teaser Delegate is proud to share his recent discovery. Indeed, our Teaser Delegate is a man who has found a comfortable refuge in the recently digitalized versions of his favourite 90s videos. The predictability of every line soothes his poor mind tired by the unsightly innovations of today's teen idols (c.f. Adrien Bullard's latest addition to the self-justified maneuver labelled 3-6 flip in Pause #2). Therefore, the discovery of this piece of urban poetry featuring two prominent parties of Closure constituted an agreeable turn of events for this man imbued with nostalgia, who, for a short though priceless moment, went as far as considering lifting his stiff body from his quilted armchair to hit the streets with his skateboard. He finally opted for an umpteenth viewing of Eastern Exposure, but the least we can say is that it was a close call.

Frame by Frame part 4 - Léo Valls

Shall we observe the dozens of reporters at La Lodge, we would realize that one of the recurrent subjects that come up during the long hours of chitchatting in front of the coffee machine is Bordeaux's finest Léo Valls's part in Frame by Frame, edited by Romain Batard. And indeed, its quite a puzzling material.
To the surprise of the average skateboarder, Léo opens his part sporting a face mask. "What does this mean?" asks the upset everyman confortably numb by the resemblance of every skateboard video these days. Well, we first thought of an affiliation with the Canadian Satan-inspired Barrier Kult, for Léo is a man of many connections. However, the hip-hopesque nature of the musical accompaniment seems to indicate that no answer can be supplied by this lead.

Perhaps we should come back to the intrinsic definition of the face mask. Face mask= clandestiness. There it is. Such an opening signals Léo's shifting to undergound. Indeed, we, in France, live in a country where the cover of a magazine is a handrail stunt 9 times out of 10. People care more about the flying backfoot of the famous contest-winning Ronald Weasley look alike than about actual creative skateboarders. Street-skateboarding is very often reduced to fair-headed pre-pubescent skaters with rolled-up pants firing 3-6 shove-its in every line. Despite the regular claims of the artisitic potential of skateboarding in magazine editos, it seems that glory still lies in normality and if one wants to shine, the panel of his tricks must not step out of the boundaries of what is traditionnally accepted as 'steezy'.


How much room is one given for innovation? Not much. Where else than in the US is one supposed to look for inspiration? Nowhere. Well, be ready my friends, because Léo's skateboarding is largely Tightbooth-inspired and some of his maneuvers will probably never find their place in the French skate-landscape notwithsanting their originality. Therefore, to come back to our point, the problematic face mask announces the ideological stand that Léo takes against normative skateboarding. His skateboarding bears neither shaking junts nor combo-slides. In other words, there is nothing to satisfy the average skater's hunger for performance, hence Léo's noctambulism. If such unorthodox skateboarding is not recognized by the mainstream, why not playing according these lines and keeping the joke running by skating at night? Thus, when the everyman gets his well-deserved rest after the session, Léo fires lines in Bordeaux's most obscure back-alleys, and never these two worlds cross each other's way.

Amongst the several tons of mails we receive everyday, one particular question proves to be recurrent: "Do you guys happen to skate sometimes instead of disserting all day about agressive urban skateboarding?"
Well, let me tell you my friends, we do. Sometimes. I mean, when it's sunny and my setup is looking good. And when the spot is smooth and welcoming. This is why this excursion to the sandy hereabouts of Claouey was an unusual one for the reporters of La Lodge, being more used to the softness of our couch than the roughness of this 70s ungrateful skatepark.

Encore un peu de Claouey ! from Tim Reinson on Vimeo.

Post-modernism

It is now a fact that the second decade of this newborn century is characterized by a post-modern approach to skateboarding. The frontiers between time periods have been blurred through mastery of an ever-enlarging panel of tricks. Briand Anderson's boneless to fs smith is probably the most blatant example of the liminality that affects skateboarding these days.
Three time periods reunited in one trick. The boneless, key trick of the unforgiving era of fluorescent shorts, finds itself articulated with a fs smith, which at its heyday (1994? )could be performed more than 40 times in one session. Finally, the metallic context provided by the handrail is not remembering the hammer race of the early 00s that ruined the limbs of so many promising talents.
And still, should we find it surprising, on behalf of a man who dared riding for Toy Machine and Axion at the same time? It seems that BA is not one for rigid categories and we appreciate that very much in the office of La Lodge. This notion of porous bondaries might remind some of you of the debate about BA's blurred gender identity and sexual orientations. This is a debate we will not enter for we do not give a shit about it and are already "gay" for Brian.

On Englishness

Shall we take a look at the teaser of the soon to be widely acclaimed Blueprint visual production, we will hear Audrey Hepburn' lyrical voice singing: "All I want is a room somewhere/ Far away from the cold night air." If we transpose this original predicate to the year 2010 and the city of London, we can draw the satisfaying conclusion that the Blueprint team is composed of a bunch of dirty bums living in a cold-ass city. Danny Brady's elegant appearance and his healthy breakfast seem to confirm this thesis.
But what are we to do of the recent addition to the team, Arizonian manual acrobat Marty Murasky? Indeed, the conception of Englishness does not give much room for sun, cactuses and ditches in the middle of the desert. Will his professional debut be tarnished by a renunciation to his origins to the profit of the grayness of Old England?
We can see the complex problematic that Make Friend With the Colour Blue lays, for, despite a self-proclaimed British identity, the brand is slightly trying to take over the world. We will not attempt to solve the issue, for we good-heartedly leave it to Dan Magee. Nevertheless we shall bring him support by getting drunk with cheap beer while discovering his work.

Ryan Wilson - SKYLARKING

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DGK Captain and golden artificats amateur Stevie Williams has decided to go "back to roots" fot his annual skateboarding production. Indeed, the trick is not without remembering his Transworldian coup de grace at Love Park. If the maneuver was somewhat avant-gardiste in 2000, it has aged rapidly to the point of being considered highly anachronistic in 2010. But perhaps this move is an intentional elipse for an aging Stevie who wants to address his fans a reminder of his technical heyday. More interestingly, the outfit Sir Williams sports gives evidence of his success in the entrepreneurial department of extreme sports. Since the Reason, the Swoosh, though unofficially, made its appearance and one cannot but wonder at the number of zeros figuring on his unofficial check. Besides, the matching combo "cap'n'shoes" and the palm trees in the background testifiy of certain detachment from the east-coast grayness to the profit of the Californian lights, land of his mitigated rap success. (although I suspect the photo to have been shot in Florida)

Frame by Frame part 3 - Fabien Chaigne

"Another goddam disciple of Satan!"
Such were my words at the opening of the part. Because yes, Satan is definitely in since the rise Deathwish era, partly thanks the exceptional promotional work made by disciple Sammy Bacca and disciple Lizard King. I was then expecting the logical consequence of such an intro: Black Sabbath ringing out into my hear while a Dickies&Vans enthusiast blasted airs and hammers. How easy am I to fool!
It does no harm just this once, it was actually Jay Hawkins that I heard screaming his funky music into my hears. What?! If Jereme Roger fears no man, Greg Dezecot fears no criticism for he had the boldness to brave the rigid conventions of skateboard-editing.
Even worse, instead of a fat angry dude, I realized that Fabien was actually a light-footed Nate Broussard look-alike who had the tendency to do long and fluid lines on architecturally awkward spots. But that funky rythmic music on such fluid skateboarding? How dare they?
How ignorant was I in those days! After intense reflexion I finally made the connections and understood the stakes of Fabien' part. Satan + "Africa gone funky" by Screamin' Jay Hawkins = Voodoo!! Fuck yeah! Voodoo, the exotic version Satanism! This makes sense, especially if we include the cool arty black figures that the editor included.



What conclusion should we draw then? By his advocating of Voodoo, Fabien shows how he proceeds to produce such skateboarding. You take one popular skateboard-trend (Satanism) and your add your own touch (exoticism) and come up with something unprecedented: Voodoo! Shall we apply this theory to his skateboarding, we will find that Fabien mixes "modern east-coast" type of skateboarding (wallies and wallride) with 90s inspired tricks (fs crooks, sw bs 5-0). In this post-9/11 era we shall label this type of skatebaording as post-modern, for it shows assimilation and mastery of the codes of the various eras, and a deep consciousness of the stylistic mood the skater evolves in. The Voodoo thing only reinforces this phenomenon for it creates an interaction between the skater and the editor. Thus the editor, by bending the rules of editing, higlights this post-modern aspect. Although, and in my humble opinion this is to deplore, the post-modern style has not come fully to maturity yet for Fabien tends to drifts more towards the modern way.
Not sure if the reference is intentional, but this subtle mix of class, violence and Voodoo is not without remembering Guy Hamilton's untemporal Live and Let Die. Should we interpret this as an implication that Fabien is as elegant on a board as Roger Moore with a gun in hand?

We shall leave this question unanswered, however the simple fact of raising it already means a lot.

Dorkness it should be

Thrasher July'89



What's funny is that the first thing I wanted to post, I wanted it to be something that struck when I first started skating.
Me and my older brother bought 3 Thrashers for 100Francs at the time. (We ordered them on 36 15 SKATE, no kidding). I honestly think I spent hours devoring these magazines back then.
Well, that ad (shown here) represented like the essence to me. Being out, skating, eating, dorking, whatever… It's also way punk. I used to just stare at it as a kid and think it looked like a purpose in life (as weird as it could be).
I honestly didn't care that much about those Gordon & Smith trucks, anyway.

Ricky Windsor used to ride for Circle A Skateboards. Ed Templeton rode for that company as well before turning pro for New Deal when it started.

There's a lot of companies out there promoting that 'have fun philosophy' thing and what not, nowadays. I don't know.
Just think about why you've started this in the first place.

My whole point here is that skateboarding has always been about being out, enjoying your time, and dorking around.

Poll Results

So you guys went for Lucas. Really? I mean, it's not that I dislike the guy, but I just had this idea that La Lodge was a place dedicated to alternative forms of skateboarding. Well, fuck it. The guy seriously rips. I recently watched the last Gypsea Tour that saw Lucas' accession to the coveted throne of the Gypsy King, and I definitely enjoyed his performance.

And I have the feeling that little blue short he has apparently rocked along the whole tour is going to be the next raging trend. Even more than flannel shirts.

Get yours right now, I'm already sporting mine everyday.

Moving on to our next bi-weekly poll, I was wondering what is the worst trend in skateboarding right now according to you guys. And I'm not talking about flannel shirts or beanies or anything, but more about tricks or particular way to do a trick. In other words: things that happen on the board.

- the excessive use of 3-6 shove-its. I don't know if the trend is really popular in the US right now, but it's raging in France, especially among young lads. Despite being beyond reproach, I might be a bit guilty on that one even though I make sure that my trick be tinted with irony.

- combos: Paul Shier's boarslides to 5-0 have always been a pleasure to watch, but now the trend has definitely taken over the world. The most incongruous/ineasthetic of those might be Lucas' bs smith to bs noseslide in the Flared video.

- the lazy legs: okay that one might not be obvious. Here I am not talking about the spread-eagle tre flips but about the increasing numbers of skaters whose legs look so weak that they skate with their knees bent inwards. (Austin Gylette, Yaje Popson, etc...)

- kids that are too good.


ps: part 3 of Frame by Frame very soon

Doing things the way they should be done

Despite our self-proclaimed independence and indifference to the rest of the world, we have to admit that skateboarding is not very different from politics. Indeed, a faux-pas happens really quickly and it might be a long time before a brand can get rid of its tarnished image. Unfortunate alliances with corporate companies such as Timberland or Echo have proved to be enough to come to term with the formerly legitimate brands Ipath and Zoo York. And if Zoo York is slowly redeeming itself in your eyes, I guess it would not be bold to put it on the team's recent powerful achievements.
This is why, in these days and age, La Lodge would like to salute the work done by èS and Expedtion One, be it the skaters or the poor anonymous white-collars-designers/graphists who spend their days in the office day-dreaming about the 30 minutes session they will manage to catch before heading home to the wifey. Nevertheless, lately I have been turned on each time these people have put out footage or products. Some might complain about éS excentricity and excessive use of the air bubbule, but I perceive it as a tribute paid to the too often forgotten era of the early 00s. These people do their job with talent and sobriety and from the tour footage that I have seen, it seems that demos still actually matter with them.
Bien joué messieurs.

Frame by Frame part 2 - Jo & Greg Dezecot

I shall start this essay by referring to one of the greatest French scholars of skateboarding, who saw the alliteration between Dezecot and Decenzo as a good opportunity to draw a parallel between the two pairs of brothers. Well, allow me to push the comparison slighlty further. Before entering the details of the part, I would like to point that the Dezecot Brothers' marketing department has made serious improvements over the years . I use to be able to differentiate them because (if I remember well) Greg used to be an Ipath-enthusiast who had the habit to pop his boardslides before reaching the ends of rails, while Jo used to be a relatively small fs half-cab flipper in skinny jeans. But these days are long gone, for Jo has grown up and they have now decided to bet on their resemblance to reach skateboarding-stardom, like the Decenzo brothers have done.

Consequently,and at the image of their Canadian counterparts, you can expect to seem to get big RDS or Dakine contracts and Thrasher covers in the very next future.

Moving on to their shared and self-edited part, as stupid as it might sound, the most significant weakness was that I had a really hard time differentiating them. Dead Meadow constitutes a logical musical accompanement to the commited nature of their skateboarding. I appreaciated that the amount of "pushing shots" was rather limited to let room for actual shredding.

Some of the flatground tricks and technical moves might be a little bit shaky or awkward, but that is not where the point of the part rests. Instead, the accent is put in those rough semi-urban transitions that you are likely to find if you skim through the medium-sized French towns. I personally thought that the best declension of the case was this ToddJordan-like bank to bank ollie:

More generally, the whole part is sprinked with ideally chosen tricks on hostile spots. Being a 90s enthusiast, I deplore the lack of switchstance maneuvers on ledges, though I remember a sw frontside lipslide which almost reconciled me with the blatant and excessive use of regular version of that trick. And that is a lot to say. We should also salute those two for their adaptation skills and their relative detachment from some of the worst trends in skateboarding. However, next time it would be a good idea not to have a shared part so that we might know who to give credit for each trick. I deliberately won't say whose skating aroused me the most, to make sure that each breakfast in the Dezecot family might be darkened by the doubt until the end of time. Indeed, one is always by himself at the top.

Frame by Frame - part 1

No matter what you might think about the video in itself, you cannot but take a bow in front of the people at the root of this enterprise. The release of an independent skateboard video in France is probably as historical as the passing of the health care bill in the US. We already had some but I guess it is legitimate to say that the quality of the editing had nothing to do with the job made by the guys Behind the Lens.

For those who don't know, Frame by Frame is made by a bunch of unpretentious chaps from Le Mans, Tours and Paris, aaaah Paris. [...] The concept of the video is similar to Transworld's Cinematographers or the more recent Cliché's Déja Vu. And filmer/editor for each part. An ingenious concept I would say, even though the skater (and his personality) still seems to be the one who gives its flavour to a part. I guess the concept is first of all a justification of the fact that Frame by Frame is a common enterprise.
A common project certainly, but uncommon by its nature. Before entering into the details of the protagonists' feats, we shall take a moment to celebrate the fact that they managed to avoid the most reccurents spots in the landscape of French skateboarding. [...] The most illustrious pilgrimage places of the City of Lights have been skillfully avoided in favor of more obsucre spots. Aside from Oscar's 8mm-filmed-ollie, le Dôme is let at rest. And this might be for the best, because this allow us to discover the resources that our cherished Hexagon has to offer. However, it seems these wonderful resources are going to be kept secret a little longer, because a lot of the protagonists made a point to choose the least attractive/skatebale spots.

Therefore, you can already classify Frame by Frame in the categories of videos featuring tricks that look doable until reality comes to shatter your hopes. How many times have you resolutely claimed that you were going to one up the local hero, and pathetically failed because of some unforeseen gravels or a too short runway once you were at the spot?

- I can probably do a fs flip here! I can do it first try on the skatepark's pyramid. Guys, I swear tomorrow I'm gonna do it, don't forget the camera!
And then he day after:
-Naaaaaay. You know what? This spot sucks, I bet they came with broomsticks and wooden plates to make it easier...
Well, they did not. The spot is simply harder to skate than it looks. And so are the spots in Frame by Frame, for having been to some of them.



(to be continued when willing to...)

The Evolution: Man vs Monkey

I am sincerly sorry to shock my creationist readers, but here is another proof of the accuracy of the Evolution theory.

Chico Brenes : Minister of the 90s

Seeing Chico Brenes' latest and self-explicative Banging reminded me of French Minister of Foreign Affairs Bernard Kouchner's entry into the government. "What, in the name of Adam and Eve, is he doing with those pieces of shit?!" was my reaction in both cases. Indeed, for an ambassador of the 90s such as Chico or a socialist such as Kouchner, entering (respectively) the Berrics or President Sarkozy's government can be very compromising.

But as you can see, the test is taken successfully. When it might be more debatable in Kouchner's case, Chico's performance converted me to Scientology at once. Despite the blatant lack of picnic tables and benches, Chico keeps doing his shit the best he can. It is a rather pleasant sight to see him struggling in the Berrics to keep the aesthetic codes of the 90s alive. No embarrassing back leg dancing move, just smoothness and delicacy. As Kouchner has sometimes been accused of his conspicuous use of humanitarian causes, one could easily attack Chico for his excessive use of the fs-shove it. However, I believe this maneuver managed to survive pretty well the drastic changes of 00s skateboarding, so that its integration in 360° maneuvers such as the lazer flip manual rendered me speechless.

Moreover, and this you might not know, Chico is not the last in terms of humanitarianism. After a non exhaustive research, I found out that he opened Central Skate Shop in Nicaragua, his homeland. Besides I've heard he is doing some other stuff for the community over there. What is all the more appreciable is that Chico did it with the class and discretion of true gentlemen rather than with the loudness of our Che Guevera of skateboarding $teve Berra, who judges necessary to release an internet campaign each time he gives a nickel to a bum.

Flagrant Délit - 2

Even the most underground rippers can be caught red-handed sometimes. Here, Dave Caddo offers us as 'steezy' pose after a 'steezy' wallride. I don't know what is going on with his hands, but it's definitely wrong and aesthetically unpleasant

Flagrant délit

'Flagrand délit' is an ambitious rubrique aiming at higlighting professional skateboarders accentuating their style to the point of ridicule.
First on the list: Tony Cervantes in Ride the Sky.



I shall do an 'Accessorized Kamasutra of Skateboarding' as soon as I stop being lazy...

The Self-Made Whiner

The Get By

In 1954, Irvin G. Wyllie published The Self-Made Man in America: the Myth of Rags to Riches. The intent of the author was to explain the concept of the 'self-made man' and to see how it could be perpetuated in a world of big corporation where the emphasis was on the group and not the individual. More than 50 years later, HBO published this piece of shit of documentary in which they tried desperately to attach the sociological concept of the self-made man and the American Dream with the snobbish and hypocritical world of skateboarding.



Far from being 'men in gray flannel suit', skateboarders are among the few who do not have to make a choice between their jobs and their lives considering that their jobs is their passion as well. Paradoxically enough, this fauna counts an anormally significant number of whiners, more hypocritical than two white-collars in competition for the same position.
The most poetic of us would say this documentary is an ode to New York, while the most pessimistic would say it is meant to disguise NY skateboarders' lazyness with architectural excuses. No need to precise where I stand. Gino, who basically never had any footage in NY, is one of the first to point out NY's roughness. He's quickly followed by Pops, who used to rip seriously back in the days and who has now found a good exscuse to justify his lazyness. Perhaps, a piece of shit of European skater like me cannot understand what those modern guerillos have to say. Or maybe if they went to other spots than Macba and Bercy during Euro tours, they would have an accurate vision of Europe and know that NY is not the only place with rough spots.
At least, one thing we cannot take away from them is the photogenic quality of NY.



Keeping with the whining part, apparently NY is the only place with clubs, drugs and alcohol preventing you from skateboarding. Here again, though everyone complain about their demons it is interesting to see that some of them such as Fred Gall never fell of the map.

I guess the part I enjoyed the most was when skateboarders talked about their standard of living. It was interesting to see my illusions shattered and to realize that some of them (the less whiners, paradoxically) had a 9 to 5 job. I guessed it would have been interesting to emphasize more on this aspect. The 5 Boro team might have had a lot to say about that.

The self-made man owes his success to no one, and he is proud of that. While we might see it as ironical to see Gino and Pops (who live only thanks to their past fame and faithful sponsors) talking about it, it seems more logical to see 'hardworking' skateboarders such as Eli Reed or Zered Bassett (who actually deserve to be where they are at) sharing their opinion.


The real self-made men of this documentary might be Jahmal Williams, Steve Rodriguez and Billy Rohan, respectively Hopps owner, 5 Boro owner and skate-teacher. Those are the actual ones who seem to have struggled to build something tangible in the skatebaording world. The modesty of their achievements is contrasted by the amount of energy they put in it, and we cannot but admire them for what they built with their own hands and time. It is sad that HBO had such amazing material and concept at hand, and that they came up with such a 'cliché' documentary devoided of worthy content. It would have been interesting to spend more time interviewing the actual persons qualified to talk about being a 'self-made man'. And if the editing were better, perhaps we could have had two full sentences in a row instead of a succession of catchy slogans such as "this is the best city in the world!"

LaLodge would like to point out MC Quim Cardona's amazing performance who definetely gives rhythm and a touch of crazyness to the documentary.

Poll Results + Anthropological enterprise

So, obviously the majority of people answered "is there a good part about Adio?" Can it be possible that a brand has sponsored so many embarrasing skaters by the past such as Adio? (Shaun White, Bam, Tony Hawk, Richie Belton...)

But I have to admit that the exact purpose of this pointless poll was to know the number of people who had enough spare time to spend five intense minutes watching my blog. Well, considering that there must be some people watching and not voting, it's not that bad. Even though, I'm considering switching back to French...

Anyway, this week's poll will have the same anthropological purpose. My purpose being to know more about my awsome readership. What kind of skateboarding do you guys particulary affectionate? To that end, I have selectionned 4 skaters that I consider representative of a particular trend in skateboarding. Giving your vote to one of these professional stuntmen does not necessarily mean that you're sexually found of him, but more that you appreciate his style or vision of skateboarding. Thus, if you vote for Bobbly Puleo, you're showing you love for cellar-doors and pretentiousness, and not much more.

So, this week's champions are:


- Bobby Worrest: graciously hugged in his Dickies pants and recently fit again in Yougatgetthat, Bobby transcends coastal barriers. He does not give a shit, his trick selection, thought improving, remains unaffected by the various trends raging in the higly conformist world that skateboarding is.


- Lucas Puig: The French cupsoles afficionado might be under the influence of combo-skateboarding, but we have to admit that he is often one of the innovators in that matter and that his technical level is always on point.


Shinpei Ueno: knowing the hold of Japanese skateboading on Bordeaux skaters, I guess it would be legitimate to put this modern urban samuraï as amassador of skateboarders eager to make love to architecture. Shinpei's flip tricks might not have the lightfootedness of Lucas' but the rest of his tricks is likely to make your panties turn brown.

- Grant Taylor: the former kid and newly tall and lanky tranny-dog's skateboarding transcends time's barrier. He can actually be called an 'overall ripper' because no type of terrain seems to be able to resist to his wrath, from the radest bowls to rails with holes in them.

(I have recently learned to make hypertext links, so don't forget to watch the clips, pigé?)

Day in a life with Billy Rohan

Day in the life with Billy Rohan from Jesse Fritsch

So, he is a skate-teacher for high-school and rides for Element. Is it that bad?
I don't know if I say that because I'm a fan of his skating, but it seems that he has found the right balance between mainstream and hardcore skateboarding without compromising himself.
Teaching skateboarding to kids is not that bad if you let them understand that it must be enjoyed outside of any kind of structure as well. From what we see here, the skateboarding class is mostly about putting kids on a skateboard and letting them have fun the way they want. I guess it's better than the GI Joe style: "Alrgith freshers, 20 ollies for everyone!"
And on the other end, Billy is very active in the NY skate community, from taking care of the 12th & A to filming dope parts for the Green Diamond video. Moreover, he is not getting caught into stupid trick and style trends: his 3-6 flips are OG and his ledge tricks are worthy of a 90s Girl video.

Let's hope for a full part in the next Element video now.

PWBC

English skateboarders were known for their phlegm and refinment and impeccable tricks and spot selection. Now they are famous for being crazy and obsessed by gansta skateboarding.

pwbc - pwbc 36 Mandem on MUZU

Figure-skating

This past week I have been watching various video clips of the recent edition of the Tampa Pro. I don't give a shit about contest's results and I find it rather stupid to judge skateboarding like ice-skating, but I have to admit that I love to watch the skating.
Anyway, this got me into thinking about contest runs. I don't know how come it's always the dudes who cannot stay on their board during 45 seconds who always end up winning. Take this run example:

Alright, I am willing to admit that it was pretty amazing. But who the fuck skate like that, honestly? Do you guys take you board in hand after every single trick? Personnally I kind of enjoy the cruising part of skateboarding and I feel like these dudes skate with a sort of check-list in mind: "Okay, anihilating the rail: done. Now let's move on to the hip. Let's not worry with a kickturn on the wall, it's lame anyway." You know it's like when you watch figure-skating: nobody gives a shit when the dude is cruising and everyone is just waiting for him to throw a "buttery" triple axel.
Don't get any ideas on me watching figure skating, ok? Well, I do sometimes but that is mostly for the ladies in tight leotard. Now that this point is cleared, let's move on.

Now that's what I call a run. Thank you my dear Swedish exhibitionist fellow, I appreciate that.
If I were a judge that is the kind of skateboarding I would reward. I like that the dude is all over the place: from tranny attacks to neo-oldschool tricks such as the boneless fs tail on the handrail, no obstacle is spared Pontus' wrath. He even makes the cruising in between tricks interesting. Rattray's, Trujillo's, Busenitz's runs are often as much arousing. Even if some of these dudes have already won Tampa, I feel like it was much an exception and that actual good skateboarding won't be rewarded as it should be before long.
Maybe we should get figure-skating judges for Tampa after all...

Julian Stranger's impression

Homeboy Antoine was aiming at a backtail on the bench, but he pulled out a backlip on the ledge instead. Style for miles and nice colors. Pic by Alex Richard.

Marcus

Marcus, emperor of the Bay Area.

Billy Rohan and Rastafarism

Last Update: Mar 13 2010
Sponsors: Element, Acapulco Gold , Supreme, Vans, Harold Hunter Foundation, Open Road of New York
Hometown: NYC NY Stance: Goofy Status: Pro

Whaaaaat? Yes, according to his Skatepark of Tampa profile, the ex-Floridian and currently illustrious NY-skate-teacher Billy Rohan has signed over at Element. That's a harsh one. Especially because many rumors about Lutzka signing on Element are circulating on the web at the same time. But don't get excited because Billy is still producing good skateboarding (see Rich Mahogany) and everyone knows that good OG skateboarding is never rewarded like it should be. So G-Sltuz is still gonna get a bigger paycheck and more ladies. Bummer.

I think that dude has always been in my top 5, or top 7, or 8. Even when he was under the radar, I used to watch that clip and got hyped to skate listening to some Wu-Tang. See that bs noseblunt at the City Hall? Holy shit! (sainte crotte) Maybe a bit sketchy, but that's straight gnarliness. He had an interview in a SugarMag around 00, and I remember not knowing much about what looked good on a skateboard at the time. However I soon as I saw his fs 270 heelflip at Brooklyn banks, I felt like I already knew more about style. Despite the lameness of Element, I'm psyched for him cause he deserves a decent sponsor after Zoo York let him down. I just hope he won't get the full Element package, because we all know it cannot do good to a career.


I guess what would be a good idea for Element would be to split the team in 2, a bit like they did over at Circa, with the C1rca Combat Division. They could recreate Underworld Element, and put all the good "underground" skaters and come up with a sick team that we would be willing to support. Besides this would allow them to go full speed on the corporate and rasta bullshit without hurting too much the ethically-spotless skateboarders' career.
I call team-manager first!

18th try Fridays

In the midst of general lameness that the Berrics features, if there is one thing that really makes me shit my pants all the time, it is the First Try Fridays section. Personnally I have a really hard time popping just a flatground kickflip first try, so I can't even conceive the idea of throwing down my stiff little body on any 8 stair set in the first 30 minutes of the session. The reason why I'm not doing it during the rest of the session is to be searched somewhere else. So, those dudes (supposing they don't rig it) come out of their cars after the traditional Californian one-hour car ride, and without the slightest oriental stretching move, they pull out some seriously sexually arousing bangers. If I had to do it, I guess I would pretend my shoe-laces were untied or something and perform some discreet genuflexions to oil my rusty carcass. Or I would pick up a fight with fuckface Reda with the implicit purpose of getting warmed up a bit, which would do good to the skateboarding community at the same time.
I remember reading in a 60 Second With Rob Welsh (Skateboarder) that his technique to warm up was to throw fooplant kickflips and tre flips for 30 minutes until he considered actually jumping.

Not bad of a technique, and rather visually pleasing as well.
The thing is that you would think that First Try Fridays are reserved for healthy and fit skateboarders only, but Greco, Ellington, Templeton or Rip (the Japanese photographer) have all nailed it. I bet they were all trying to warm up in their car on the highway traffic jam. Just imagine them them waving their arms like hell through the opening roof. I mean, that's what I would have done.

Anyway, Brandon Biebel deserves the Award for the scariest First Try Fridays ever. Not bad for a Red-Bull-soaked manual aficionado.

Sleep-skating : Minuit

This is old news but I would be psyched if someone actually discovers this teaser on my blog.
The guy behind the VX1000 is Yoan Taillandier. Go check his Utube account XBX2000, lots of good stuff in there. As you can see the influences come mostly from the US East Coast and Japan (and SF, did I see Carlos Young in that teaser?). The people skate fast and you would not think of skating most of the spots they skate. Hopefully we'll see the full lenght coming sooner than we think.
Oh yeah, and they're from Bordeaux, in case you did not know.

I don't know how come Bordeaux has this "East Coast" label, but I think it's pretty dope. If you guys want to go to New York but don't have the money, just buy a single for Bordeaux. In between Riot skateshop that carries a lot of East Coast underground brands (Traffic, Hopps, Shut...) and the skaters who are not afraid to cross the city pushing, I guarantee you won't be disappointed and won't even feel the difference. Well, maybe just a tiiiiiny little bit.
And if you live in New York, well, lucky you.

Miami Vice

Usually I am the first one to complain when a teaser does not include enough skating. But this one gets me seriously hyped. Lately I have become really into Floridian skateboarding. The ambiance is an ideal mix of the East and the West. The protagonists zigzag on the wheatered pavements with the carelessness of surfers on acid. It's like if Mouse and Eastern Exposure were combined into a single video.
I recently acquired the Westside skateshop boxset, which I recommend to everyone, and look forward very much to this new production by Josh Stewart.



I like that the guy came up with a particular theme (Miami Vice) that he develops with sobriety and I hope the video will live up to the expectations set by the teaser. Nevertheless, with such a line up and the nuggets that Josh counts in his filmography, I believe there is not much to worry about. I always thought that a bit of 'packaging' around the roughness of Floridian skateboarding would not hurt. Because the major Floridian videos have mainly a 'homie video' atmosphere, which I cherish (beer and liquor drinking, bums fighting), I think they have been too easily classified in the 'homie vid" category and perhaps not given all the props the deserve .

For those who want to catch up on the subject check The Last of the Mohicans, The Dango is Dead boxset (5 videos for 20$: The Good Life, The Dango is Dead, Dango...)

Manhattan 98-99 - Howard Glover

Manhattan 98-99 from Howard Glover on Vimeo.