09/10/2013 | by Arthur Derrien
I’ve chosen a few images from some older trips that I was fortunate enough to have been on, I’ve picked them more for the memories that they carry with them than the actual images specifically. But hopefully that doesn’t affect your viewing pleasure too much.
Benson, Alley Oop:This shot was taken in 2008 at Dave Bergthold’s back-yard ramp at the start of a trip myself, Benson, Stu Graham, Div, John Rattray and Andy Scott made from San Diego to Portland. We had a van and everyone was broke so we ended up sleeping in campsites and waking up early enough to avoid the park rangers. Benson was absolutely ripping the entire two weeks we were away; definitely the MVP of the trip, and this day was no exception. This particular trick stands out in my mind as one of the most unexpected of the trip – he alley-ooped it corner to corner to the extent it looked anti-gravity or something. I mean Benson has always been good, and still is, but this was something I’d never seen done so well before. Thrasher’s Mike Burnett was on hand to blog a video of it so as a result this image never saw the light of day. The video sat on the Burnout blog for a while but I can’t seem to find it now, which sucks, as it was radical.
Michel Mahringer Already Been Dropped: Myself and good friend French were invited to Linz, Austria to join Antiz in celebrating the Linz crew getting booted out of their house. There were promises of heavy metal, booze and destruction, all of which were dutifully in great supply, and the shreddery was likewise free flowing. Watching Murl step up to this was one of those moments as a photographer where you’re convinced this trick isn’t going down; the scale of it, the wobbly fence, the traffic & the shitty floor tell you so, but you set up anyway – it’s the polite thing to do. Turns out I was wrong and he smashed it. Looking at this photo always makes me shocked, partly at the fact I actually managed to light such a large space with only three flashes.
The Linz guys were all pretty sure it’s been done before so I don’t think it ran. Such is skate-protocol. Either way it’s still gnarly as fuck.
Danijel Stankovic, Lipslide: Danijel Todorovich (as he was then known) is possibly the nicest dude in European skateboarding. He was riding for The Harmony at the time and Document magazine invited me to cover a trip out to Sweden. Danijel made us guests of Malmo: showed us where the 90 cent falafels were (there’s lots of superstitions about what’s in the garlic sauce), showed us where the tea was (right next door to Streetlab), where the Systembolaget’s were and where some of their finest street furniture resided. Good times.
The then videomeister was Adam Mondon, he’s perched right below me in this picture which, looking back now having gotten to know Mondon a little more, seems unlikely, as it was sketchy as fuck up there. He rides a Harley now so maybe deep down he’s always been wild at heart.
Sam and Dallas, Barfeet Wraslin: It’s surprising how much fun can be had when it’s raining, you’re far from home and you’re sleeping rough under a bridge with only vodka to keep you warm for the night, but being a skateboarder can give you access to good times in the most unlikely of places. To you this may just look like homoerotic alpha male chest puffing, I mean it looks like that to me too, but the difference is that I know it is in fact two shitfaced friends engaged in a round of impromptu pan-global wrestling tournament (France won). The first rule of shitfaced pan-global wrestling tournament is that you don’t talk about the shitfaced pan-global wrestling tournament. Whoops.
Jeff Grosso, Invert:Jeff Grosso, without question one of the funniest most genuine dudes out there, obliged me with this padless invert on the metal vert ramp of Bath skatepark on the tail end of the Indy 30-year tour some years back. The average age of the crew on this week-long sojourn around the UK was a good decade higher than your average tour van sees, and the transitions at the parks we visited were a good deal shorter than they were all hoping for, but the skateboard history and debates in the van between stops made up for it; at one point someone decided to phone Tony Hawk to settle a dispute about the frontside & backside issues surrounding of judos and frigids – not your average situation.
The trip actually ended up being essentially a whole host of Haslam demos – on a tour that had been sold as a demo free – and photo ops of the others were not exactly forthcoming, until we got to this small vert ramp at the end of one day where Grosso helped me out with this expertly stalled number.