california lurkin’ with soletech part 1.5
if there wasn’t a brief mishap with internet then most of this stuff would have gone online yesterday. in brief, the yanks came steaming in soon after the first blog was posted and the whole place went up. in both flames and cupcake, which, apparently destroyed our wireless connection too. so for now, here’s some snippets from the boat cruise with pierre, the bbq and the impromptu food fights that followed. later today i’ll be sitting in the airport trying to sift through the 800 photos i took yesterday at the soletech institute and etnies training facility. i’m talking mad shit kid.
mindfield got RINSED. and we eurofags loved every bit.
haulin’ ass to my girls.
pierre’s pad is packed with some mental furniture. all skate-related too; the dude is a serious lifer. props on the leather skateboards that fix onto armchairs. even more props for holger who managed to 360 flip the thing. regoddamndiculous.
i know he is beyond coverage, but if abjekt ever got off his arse and got some footage of his notorious, patented abjekt flips (switch double lazerflip with a 540 sex change) i hope it would be on these pieces of badass.
the man, the myth, the legend. pierre’s work with soletech has essentially changed most skateboarders lives for the better, even if they didn’t know it. give up some love for pierre and mini-pierre (who is apparently repping Emerica already. don).
angel was gurning to keep warm on the freezing boat ride and it looks like some freestyler is trying to get some BGPs in this one too. boat owners better watch out because don don’t give a fuck about the piggy wiggys. “do you want to go to jail sir?” “hell yeah!”. don is a don.
protip: fred demard makes “ZZZ…” noises when he is asleep.
pierre and angel shooting the really fucking cold breeze.
holger planting the criminal seeds in don that would be blossoming after a trip to the bars later. oh, the little scamp.
the calm before the blazing cupcake storm.
i’m not sure what’s worse. the fire ritual going on or the staggering waste of delicious food scattered across the carpark. i was an uncouth mixture of stoked and devastated. BUT! after the flames died down the lovely PR girls came running in with fresh pizza, for the group of sausage-wielding nutjobs who just created the mess of a lifetime for them to clean. they didn’t so much as bat an eyelid. PR Superheroes.
“this is the definition of an intern’s nightmare”
bobby drew first blood. shit was wild!
to come once i’ve uploaded and resized over 9000 photos - looking at the new collections and system G2 technology inside the soletech labs, skating the etnies training facility with sean malto, bobby worrest, taylor bledsoe and mikey taylor, and obviously more sauasage-fest tomfoolery, shenanigans and bally-hoo.
serious question: do pancakes count as cake for breakfast?
