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Fucking weird, but that backyard looks kind of familiar to me. I asked Mocoso who was behind it, though, and he said I wouldn't know the guy. "I recognize that place," I insisted! "It's like I've been there before or something." But to no avail. Mocoso ain't say shit, other than to throw out some cryptic explanation about Jimmy Acosta's goofy-footed stunt double or something. So don't get your hopes up.
One thing's for sure: It's hella cool to see people getting right to the point on this whole "backyard revisionism" thing that came out in Confusion Magazine a few months back. I mean, it's good to know that even with all the sick skate parks out West there are still people dedicated enough to make a backyard scene happen, which is the best way--in this age of predatory corporate colonialism--to build skating, since projects like these do more than just make skating possible. They protect its integrity, if there is such a thing, from the seemingly endless onslaught of cocksuckers trying to fuck it up. And that ought to be commended.
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