4.Marcelo, crooked grind, Rome. 2002.
Of the photos I’m most proud of over the past ten years, rarely do the ones with the hardest tricks rank high. I’ve always thought skate photos are often too focused on the trick – which is totally understandable – but I’ve always enjoyed seeing a photo published when it isn’t necessarily just the documentation of a hard trick. That’s why I was glad to get this one as a double page in Kingpin, back in 2002. In fact, it was my first trip with a camera and it was really badly organised. I only had a telephone number of a supposed local, someone whom I’d never met – who I called using a public telephone by the way, since most cellphones didn’t work outside your own country by then, or at least mine didn’t anyway… Luckily that number turned out to be a very helpful veteran local who gathered a few friends to help me out with getting some photos for the article, and young Marcelo was one of them.[part title="Hill bomb Tenerife"] 5. Hill bomb Tenerife 2003.
Ten years ago I was invited to take photos on a trip to Tenerife with the then Adidas European team. Except for Juju (Julian Bachelier), who I’d met before through Antiz, I didn’t know anyone. We were stood in a house surrounded by banana fields, the owner had rented the house for 4 people to stay, and we turned out to be 10. We had to watch so as not to be seen by the lady when she came by for a surprise visit to make sure the house was in one piece. It was fun, we had our own hide & seek game going for ten days straight. We did well, I think, and although I’m sure the lady suspected something, we played our game properly and she didn’t catch us. That was, until the end of the trip. When, after endless nights of chain-drinking six-packs, BBQ’s, and cumulative hangovers, we were finally caught. By the time she arrived that last morning, which I honestly don’t remember at all, she found the house upside down. The 3 sofas were filled with stinky, drunken, snoring dudes. The floor was flooded with empty bottles of wine and cans of beer, ashtrays everywhere with butts of hash joints. Sleeping bags stuffed with human bodies stretched from the front door to the kitchen. The corridor full of bags and dirty socks from 3 different countries. The backyard was showing signs of several straight nights BBQing. The beds were filled with 2 or 3 people each. The walls on the top terrace had been skated, probably by Seb and Antony, who fell asleep right beside it. That trip was one for posterity. Here’s younger versions of some of the people who formed that epic trip: Julien Bachelier, Seb Daurel, Torsten Frank, Lem Villemin, Jascha Muller, Pierre Prospero, Guillaume Dulout, Daniel Von Bernstorff and Antony Lopez. Good times.