Everyone knows about our love for Sterling. Further confirmation.
Since working on Creative Destruction I have come across some downright amazing Australian bands. A handful of them are playing at this. More Info here
Many people in the world of media production consider shooting your first wedding the beginning of the end. I disagree. Weddings are alltime, people are happy, people are sexy. Its fucking magic. Here is a photo from a wedding very close to me and my family. Dwight and Alicia Bandman. Absolute!
My only direction prior to this shot was… ‘Think Beastie Boys’…
The surf industry has been in a strange place in recent years.
In amongst the haze is Thrills. To be honest, I didn’t know exactly what it is they did, what it is they are? But a tagline like ‘Palm Trees and Street Machines’ grabbed my attention.
It was an invite to the Thrills Demolition Derby which cemented my interest… ”A DEMOLITION DERBY? fuck yes!”… I remember going to the Yandina speedway as a kid and just dreaming of how much fun that shit would be… Thrills are about to brings dreams to life and whatever it is they are we love em.
There is a big happy family behind the walls of this site. originally RV was just the boys from home hangin’ out, essentially it still is. In amongst this chosen family of ours is all walks of life, but its the ol’ boys who are losing their shit over this little venture. They barely surf anymore, they dont skate anymore, but a handful of them still love going fast and wrecking shit.
Stay tuned as we begin to build our monster.
I mentioned the surf industry had seemed a little lost lately?… With a pile of crews from companies like Analog, Quiksilver, Stab and Volcom all building their own paddy bashers, will this be a motorised physciatrist session? Keen to come and watch the wrecks and carnage of the Thrills Demo Derby? If so try this
The Stig is gonna get skullfucked…
PS: I still dont know what Thrills is?
Sterling Spencer is a one of a kind…
If the floods came and Noah had to find 2 Centaurs he’d be fucked, becuase there is only one. Happy bday to Pinch my Salt.
I once ollie / manualled the Franklins block. It was around ’97 and at the time (along with chasing my first headie) it was a personal achievement. Summer would hit and the heat would drive me back to the ocean, my mere achievement on four wheels would be washed off with my love of the water… A lot has changed since then and to be perfectly honest, I’m not a skaters bag… I occassionally go get the milk and bread, throw down a few sess’s, hunt the odd palm shack and then thank fuck I made it home skuff free.
A few days ago I was in Singapore with a Squadron of kings, it was momentus. The vibes were high, the floors were higher. But it was a crew so different to any I’d travelled with before. For 2 things so similar, surfing and skating couldn’t be further apart. But a good cunt is a good cunt, and god damn we were rife with the smell. I believe I have a picture of some below.
Hooks and Gourlay. 2 of the Squadron’s finest
Mr Sparkes. Possibly the most entertaining being I have ever rolled with. The Devil has God in checkmate on Sparkes’ destiny.
(I think he should take rule of Purgatory, the place would be so hospitably debaucherous, motherfuckers would set up camp.)
Red and Tommy. From the outside in these 2 couldn’t be further apart. From the inside out, Skating is Lord. You aint stopping them.
So theres my textbook as possible intro. Back to the beginning.
I was onboard to make a show and thank fuck for the skills of Matty Hooks ’cause the final product would of been a mess, a mess clearly produced by someone who as I said before ‘Aint a skaters bag’. We arrived and before I got time to talcum the figs I was walking the streets of Singapore slowly sanding the surface off my block and tackle. This is where it was first apparent how far detacttched I was from the skate world. The boys were blazing the streets on wheels and I was in my thongs and boardies shuffling miles behind like a right kook. Thankfully I have worked on and off with Hooks for years, I love the cunt. (If I had of grown up down the road from him he would of been stuck in a suit on my wedding day. Hooks is humble, decked with talent and holder of the driest wit you’ll hear. We get along most because of our stance on a common thread… ‘Treat others how you like to be treated’… Hooks will do anything for ya, but much like myself if the same is not returned your gone. Later cunt. ) Hooks chose to walk with me and hold my hopes of not getting labelled… ‘that bazza cunt’… But it was never the case, it was only the chip on my shoulder that caused such thought, because this crew were kings, this crew was the Squadron and regardless of a badly miss timed hand jive I was in… A ring in, but in.
Singapore is a steamy little bitch, nevertheless it may be skaters paradise. Im not talking about a skate version of that shit hole on the Goldcoast im talking heaven. There is marble stairs and ledges everywhere, rails for days and we had barely left the main drag (insert bangchong joke*). Within a block of our hotel Tommy had already laid down something on the first set he seen. I dont know what it was, but I think it was a nollie something bullshit. It didnt stop, by the next intersection Red found the Eggroll, regardless of the masses of 9 to 5′ers he skated this thing inbetween and amongst them, no-one cared, it was 30 minutes before security stopped by to say ‘hi’. By that time Red had it in ‘the bag’.
What else happened? I’ll think while I throw up some photos.
Pong Knuckle
penis
Singapore Claw
Dali even came to life in Singapore
Kooks
Sloth test
Singapore birthed Red’s first pro model shoe. The ‘Centipede’… Because he was toey as one.
4. Four. For. Fore
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Ive got a notebook I take on every trip. Its full of that much stupid shit from on the road. Here and there I find time to draw in it. This guy got half drawn on the way there, then semi finished on the way home. I dont draw in this book unless im on a trip, so I will have to finish mutant face off on the next voyage.
Its strange, and i’m not sure if I know how to put it into words. But when I look at surfing and skating it seems to me that Skaters know how to share. They thrive on rolling with new crew, maybe skating hasn’t been polluted by the masses quite as much as surfing, but the Squadron were mates with anyone with a skateboard, and thats rad. I cant count the amount of times i’ve seen crew blow up in the water, fuck, i’m no saint either… I guess it might be that you dont get the suit and tie fuckwits rocking up to the local park or spot on the weekends like surfers do in the water. In the end it kinda came across to me like skateboarding is the best of all team sports, but in a real individual sport sorta way… Fucks me that sounds wack, but im done writing… Singapore was rad, the crew was one of the finest i’ve travelled with. I hope to do it all again another day.
Gourlay if you read this, the photo below is for you. The battle awaits.
Also, We produced this short highlights clip from the event. Unfortunately, these things are all about getting them out on time so its a bit scattered. Fortunately we are working on a show from the entire trip. It may work, it may not, but it will be around eventually. Cheers to Janchai for all your work mate, your footage saved the day. You too Hooks, you fuck. 4
ps: Hows these little funghi creeps that greeted me when I got home.
I wanted to say so much after seeing this video. I just couldn’t connect the dots. To put it simply, Its amazing too see what good can come from grief. Nathan Oldfield is a filmmaker who understands the purpose of each one of his films like very few do.
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