23 years young

slam city skates is 23 today. not bad going for any shop, let alone a skateboard one

over the years they've been nothing less than a fucking quality outfit. i still remember going into the portobello road store 23 years ago and being dissed by the guy behind the counter (someone called sunman or something) for being the cocky little shit i was

since then they've been rad on the regular for the london, uk and worldwide skatescene, hooking up some of my favourite skaters ever including curtis mccann, rob dukes, simon evans, ged wells, will bankhead and many, many others

here's to at least another 23!

blabage

photographer par excellence mike blabac has a show running at the maverick gallery. get down there now to see some truly epic work


some quality heads turned up for the launch, like these two LSD warlords



sometimes you gotta take advantage of a situation, and if that means letting steve douglas punch you out, so be it



random epic quote: "not sure i ever fucked up six dudes at once. there was one time i went toe-to-toe with a golden gloves boxer. eddie reategui was there"


the book is nothing short of gorgeous, full of jaw-droppers with every turn of the page. the man himself was on hand to sign and generally be cool as fuck



dave was hyped

the dreaded £66.66 note

you know the cabbie's bummed when you drop this bad boy on them

camel flu

been laid-up with manflu the past 2 days. word of warning: whilst feeding zoo animals is epic, watch out for ones that leave your forearm covered in mad saliva

gazumped

jake's alley totally beat me to this



spot the tanner

crowd control

separated at birth?

missy and keyboard cat. coincidence?

eye knows

the term renaissance man is thrown about so willy-nilly that it's almost become a joke. paul gonella is no joke and he certainly qualifies as a renaissance man

the passion seeps out of his work, and with interest. take a peak at any or all of the following: monster network, quiet corners, skateboarding is, tweaker, forever circling, life of sundays

when you throw in the fact that he's a gentleman and a scholar and you might just want to hate him, except he's cool as fuck and his humour's seriously on point

it is a true privilege to call him my friend

paul's books "shoreline was just a ghost" and "pacifica" are available from the quiet corners store now, as well as zines and prints of equal epicness

proper english

ron english is at the elms lester gallery until 6 june

a dreaded sunny day?