This is it. 1979, another hot summer’s day; friends are chilling out, smoking, drinking and skating. Music’s playing loud from the tape deck but it’s almost inaudible over the sound of wheels clanging against the pool side. A condemned house has been broken into, graffiti added to the already paint laden pool-inside; all of this for the sole purpose of skate.
It’s all been done: aerials, variables, kickflips, manuals, ollies and end-overs. We're here to create our own style, do our own thing. Countless hours of this day have already been well-spent. Trends change, but sometimes they are something more. Skate - it’s a fucking lifestyle.