shortly after the first spot, it started to rain. so we went and got some wonderful Estrella and wandered the streets of Badalona, looking for spots. and food. we did find spots, but goddamn it, spanish people dont like to work on rainy days. after what felt like walking all the way to great britain on foot, we decided to just buy noodles at a supermarket and cook them at the hostel.
where we decided to order pizza.
have you tried ordering pizza without speaking Catalan? its fun. you yell some english words at your phone, some old guy yells something in catalan, and after 30 minutes of wondering if our order actually came through the pizza arrived. yay.
Continue reading “barce-two-na.”
recently, the rural city of Graz had royal visitors. one royal visitor, to be precise. Jan Federer, from Vienna. yes, the famous city, filled with fiaker, schnitzel and buttloads of culture. we gave our best and showed him around, trying to refresh his memories of years he lost here. because he lives in Vienna now. a better life. a more urban life.
first spot was this great curb in a driveway. Sam was the first to 5050 it.
Continue reading “finding new friends on the street.”
found a oldish pic of Herwig. re-edited it. now i like it.
i dont know how many posts about stockholm i already had on this blog.
well, i really like this city. so suck it, another blog entry about another stockholm trip.
but without words because i dont like words today.
Continue reading “stockholm, part xx”
here´s the conclusion to the last post. Simon has crazy pop, and crazy style. even his goddamn shadow is stylish. damn. damn damn damn.
Continue reading “more-in-door.”
this summer, Gabriel came up to me and told me that he wanted to die. so i brought him to the biggest kink-rail i knew around here, in the middle of racist drug addicts, homeless immigrants and crazy children and told him to grind it. so there we are.
Philipp tried to film me, so i hid in my hole. i feel safe in my hole.
Continue reading “gabs giant grind.”
welcome to the final installation of my epic 3 part series “i guess i found out how many parts i can squeeze out of 1 shooting” series.
this time featuring no colors, incredible amounts of noise and buttshots. always buttshots.
first pic: philipp gosch with an amazing kickflip. it kinda sucks that long steps never really translate into pictures, but trust me, those steps are long and have basically no run-up. amazing trick. Continue reading “last night moves.”