Here's the full list of premieres:
Saturday 3rd Jan, Amsterdam- Spuisstraat 125A. (Nike sb pop up store) (c. 8.00 p.m)
Tuesday 6th Jan, Paris- French kawa cafe, 6 rue Planchat, metro Avron, ligne 2.(event also featuring artwork from Phillip Evans, Olivier Ente, Soy Panday, David Tura and Sébastien Charlot.) (c. 8.00 p.m.)
Thursday 8th Jan, Dublin, venue to be confirmed
Friday 10th Jan, Belfast, Concept skate shop, 33 Queen st. Featuring photography from Stu Robertson (c. 7.00 p.m.)
Saturday 10th Jan, London, slam city skates, 16 Neal’s yard, Covent garden. (c. 6.30 p.m.)
Its the finaaall countdownnnnn.. Belfast, my second filming trip to my favourite kip! I was returning to wrap up Conhuir & Denis' section and subsequently the filming for the entire vid-yo! Fortunately I'd got lots of good stuff the first trip, but as Conhuir had the handicap of a giant bruise on his back the first time, I felt if only fair to give him another whip crack, as for Denis, he's still a dick.
The good ship Mini Brown has not dropped his childhood habits of only drinking coffee/coke/beer/scotch, only eating grease, and only breathing cigi-smoke. So as per usual, on the first night he died and rose again according to the scriptures. (to drive me around Belfast's ropeyest/raddest estates- fair play!)
Speaking of cigis and cwafee, Con Ling shook off the sub zero temperatures and ignored his purple hands in order for me to point at him, maith an fear! T'was sriously chilly which gave big Lynn the added pleasure of a sensation of cold needles blasting up his feet, nice.
D'Lynn's tact was more capitalist "If I land thas will you buy me Bakfast?" If you learn to talk I might- try school D'Lynn! Denis is one of my favourite skaters, but he rarely does the same trick twice so you have to be on point- "eem nat doin it agan ye dack"
Belfast has a long history of controversy, and this trip was to prove no different as the true origin of the senor' Tayto was disscussed. Obviously the guy on the left is the real deal, happy as Larry, yer man on the right, wouldn't trust him as far as I could wrap him in butter covered white sliced pan.
There's 11 cities in this vid, and I gots to tell you that Belfast sticks out. All the other were amazing, but Belfast sticks in my head for the sheer resiliance of the locals in creating such a rad scene up there, good craic, good times, lemons & lemonade and all o' that.
The complete final line up of is as follows:
Love Eneroth in Stockholm, Conhuir Lynn & Denis Lynn in Belfast, Wieger Van Wageningen in Amsterdam, Lennie Burmiester in Berlin, Daniel Lebron & Vinnie Bressol in Barcelona, Nick Jensen in London, Soy Panday & Vivien Feil in Paris, Al Collins, Wayne Gallagher & Paddy Clear in Dublin, Janne Saario in Helsinki, Per Magnusson in Malmo, & Danny Wainwright in Bristol.
Its premiering this January 3rd Amsterdam, more details to follow. Check right here for updates.
Gentlemen of the internet, reach down your pants, you probably bet me to that though. There's a point to this- I seen an ad for this thing called Movember at the start of the month, where in you grow a lip rug for the month of November in order to raise money for men's health charities, but I didn't really get my act together and bailed for a clean shave half way through the month (I get itchy skin if I don't) I felt bad about this, so if I can convince anyone reading out there (all 2 of you) to check your balls for lumps and subsequently not die from not checking, that would be great. Dudes just don't like getting that shit checked out. I found a lump meself a while back, I was pretty worried and got it checked, it was grand and all the docs were cool, very straight forward, I even got me nads gelled too, bonus. "But what if the Doc is hot girl Doc and I get shrivelidge" Just take a pocket sized pick of Gibbo to keep things hangin well.
G'wan, have a good rummage.
I stayed with Ciaran and watched thunderbirds while he puked several times and the clouds urinated all over, yeah!
This was the wan spot we skated all weekend, pretty dank but we had fun and Owen even charged a migty mighty flipkick over a damp aul road gap, good man. I was setting up a tripod when this fella approached me very out of the blue and remarked "ah, you're filming too" "Sorry?" Then I seen a few guys with him, one dressed like Dick Tracey and another wielding a TV cam. "Yes, Bristol is twined with a city in Georgia, we're making a documentay on Bristol." I packed my stuff back up, they were quite an odd bunch. The camera man just started filming the guys without asking while Dick Tracey, sans tommy gun, would egg the guys on in Georgian to land some tre' flizzaz. They left suddenly without a word, very bizzare dudes!
I continued my European food tour by getting stuck into a couple of meat pies and washin' em down with some hearty ales, get innnnn! (the keen eyed viewer will notice an apirition of the pie God in the reflection of the pie knife in the pie related pic above- hint, the one with the pie in it)
The taxi driver dropping me to the good ship aircoach on the way over had observed that the rain at the moment was "that aul wet stuff", indeed, so pub-jenga was the order of the day, above is Mike, about to buckle.
The cerebral assasin playing devil eyed mind games to the top, c'mom Bray!
Paul "hardflip" Hopkins crumbling under the pressure of my mind bullets, rat-a-tat-tat!
The theatre ledge was the most productive place of all and Daniel was quite a treat to watch skate, he lands his flat ground tricks with a ker-thump and had plenty of ledge trickery for me to point at. Vincent is rad too at being French and cocky, which I like, so we instantly found a common ground in slagging eachother. Parallel was also a good footage farm where I even managed to snatch a JB Gillet cameo- stoked!
As this bloggy camera was purchased the day before I flew out I hadn't familiarised myself with its technicalities and hence the photees are a bit thin on the ground. Here's the only pic I got of my gracious host Danny- whose floor was my temp home- brekkie time, a milky coffee and 15 biscuits! "yeah meng, ees good no?" It was pretty delish' but it had my stomach doing knots pretty quickly..
..so I reverted to the Steve Kelly Barcelona (Barlenerra) anytime culinary choice- a large bottle of Dan-up yoghurt. (pronounced Yooo!- ghurt, not yog-urt)
Unfortunately I'd to bail as the cake was cooling on the window sill so I didn't get to taste greatness.
Barcelonely, I dunno, the lads were mad cool, but I couldn't live there, the complete skate saturation seems to blur the things I get excited about into insignificance. I reckon I will return, but hopefully it will be with Luke & Gibbo for another "reunion tour".
I just got home to find a copy of Germany's small format film mag in the hallway. Its got a 3 page feature on No Use in it, innit. Stoked! First time I've seen this monthly bugel and its pretty sweet, too many Super 8 gadgets in it that want to part me from my bread.
Spreching of Deutsch, I was in Berlin for a few days with local leg-end Lennie Burmiester, such a chilled city, can even walk around with a brew. We got some very original high speed all terrain rippage, Lennie (back right, no, really) hat viel sckillz. Schtuff that is now off at the lab. Wie kommen man am besten zum Flughoff?
Apart from the rippin we indulged ourselves in youtubing (the favourite past time of pro skaters besides garglin?) This is gold! Can't wait to watch the whole thing!
I'm listening to this song right now, I'd a lovely skate with de missus in Gorey this morning, the weather is so nice today.
The photos are from a trip I took Barcelona with Gibbo & Luke a couple of years ago, no agendas except good times, and good times were had, wan of the funnest trips ever.
Man, hells of a week me has had. Stockholm was complete rad a tad tad ness, i hooked back up with Love and his mates again, his foot is better and they all ripped so hard, skated some raw diggy spots and drank a slew of free brew, good times! Cheers to Ricky at Wesc for hooking it up, jay-men to that!
In the haze of the aforementioned brew induced blur, the next part was hooked up for the next day, which at that stage was only a few hours away. Again, it was Ricky who hooked it up- and off I went to Amsterdam to hook up with all round gingivitis man Weiner Van Wagamama. Fwack, I tells ya something, that lad is dayim good, he was stomping out mad ledge trickery at mach speed all with a belly full of raw Herring and a mouth full of zin in.
I'm a man of fierce appetite, eating is so underrated, but when I was in Paris Soy would always forget to eat. How do you forget how to eat? I didn't get it and as food would not be on the agenda I used to have to remind to chomp before my belly went all pretzelly.
Well in Spamsterdam Wieger and his very friendly bunch of mates seemed to forget to sleep. I managed to sneak to bed at 2a.m. on the first night only for Weegsky to ring me at 3 a.m. to tell me I didn't have to wake up to let the guys in. "Dr. Phil, I'll rip for you tomorrow Dr. Phil. Hey, you film, so you're Dr. Philmer, ahahaha" Hilarious. 6a.m. and the lads decided to visit this pile of bones, just to shout "Zin innnn" a million time at me. Apparently it means amped, they only say it 1000 times an hour of everyday. 9a.m. Phone wakes me up- "Dr Phil, can you open the door?" Young fanta pants had nipped out to gerra birra Herring. Does this dude sleep? Not a lot apparently.... ever.
The next day Weaker's foot was wrecked from an open blister, so a return journey to pick up more footy had been decided. That night we went to a premiere of an interesting film documenting skating in new York from the beginning till now... and after the show it the after pardee, as R O Cealigh would say. I narrowly avoided getting lamped by a moped on the way to the free bar. Mojitos? I'd never normally indulge in such minceyness, but when someone else is playing I won't say nay'.
...Mid way through the mediocre DJ set the beats became louder and I sudden found myself in the middle of the funnest mosh pit ever as a local heavy metal band ripped the packed dance floor. At some point between the doing the Homer Simpson circle floor dance & getting stamped on by the lead singer I felt like the happyest fugger in the world. Till next time, thanks dudes!
Due to Love rolling his ankle last time, I'm off back to Stockholm on Tuesday courtesy of Ricky at We cloth and thread company. Cheers meng!
Here's a scan from the end of a reel from my last trip to Stockholm, just before the reel funs out you always get half exposed frames like this with random colours, I like.
Anyway, you can see that between "Donay!" and "Biscee?" Paris hadn't really left a great impression on me. However, upon recommendation from Mr Bean-a-like Dom Marley that I should definitely hook up with Soy Panday & Vivien Feil for the new film I found myself zooming towards the French capital once again, 3 times the charm? Oui!
For wan Paris is massive, so I figured that I must have only seen the shit bits before. This time round I seen A LOT of it mainly because the roads were so smooth that we could skate everywhere. When the journey was too big we Metro'd or took these €1 rental bikes. Fixie? Non! 3 speed and a basket is where its at!
Vi vi, tres tech.
One distinct advantage of my recent film-related travels has been the luxury of turning my brain off and following the leader. This was basically my view for any A-B movement during the trip. No stressing, no getting loss, no Donnay! Easy street, leaves you to properly soak the city in.
Cuisine, another advantage, I rip at eating.
Wan of the few times underground, and for good reason..
..to get to this amazing epic spot, its been in tonnes of stuff but I didn't really realise how big it was, tonnes of fun!
This place was pretty close and pretty fun too.
Le subjects. When we weren't out skating we were checking out the cream of youtube. Invade Cuba and take their sugar to help our economy? That dude knows what he's talking about! Christ!
After a hard days shred we lapped it up in a very non traditional way by schlurping fine wine and indulging in several cheeses on baguettes.
Vivien had promised, with a smirk on his beak, that he was going to get me "Fucked up, Parisian style". I was almost intimidated until he flaked after too many wine gums. Maybe next time.
"Get a picture of me with all these drinks"
Next morning, we re-visited the Sun dial spot, never knew it was a Sun dial, but it is, so there. Its due to get demolished next year, but that didn't stop us getting le boot the first time, the re-visit proved way more fruitful with Soy's silent ripper friend Oliver tearing it up.
We explored and shot, was so nice to actually be able to skate from A-B around a city this big.
Unfortunately Johny Law was already on the scene at this mental spot, shame.
I can safely say that my Parisian perspective as been turned back to front. I had such a rad time from start to finish and felt the urge to return as soon as I left. Thanks to Soy for putting me up in his gaff, showing me so many sick spots, and ripping with a rare aul steeze that only he possesses. Cheers to Vivien for being a smart fugger, and a hard ripper (he's got mega POP!). The scene in general was super friendly, and the spots were plentyfull, diverse and fun! I gotta hit the post office and get that all that film off to the lab!