Something frightening lurks in a dark attic of Seattle in the form of a newsprint zine known by the name Hazmat. It’s pages will leave your fingers black and your heart blacker. A homie [who we'll call Harrison] is the appalling proprietor of this punkrock propaganda, and I suggest you do yourself a favor and buy a shirt, find a copy of the zine, and ominously laugh at anyone who insists print media is dead. They even have a blog in case you agree.

Something frightening lurks in a dark attic of Seattle in the form of a newsprint zine known by the name Hazmat. It’s pages will leave your fingers black and your heart blacker. A homie [who we'll call Harrison] is the appalling proprietor of this punkrock propaganda, and I suggest you do yourself a favor and buy a shirt, find a copy of the zine, and ominously laugh at anyone who insists print media is dead. They even have a blog in case you agree.

This recent Radcollector post of les ruines du Motel de Founex reminded me of this. One of my favorite individuals (yes, still) gets photographed by Rich Bellia during a stay at the “Motel de Fou”. I deeply apologize for the randomness of this post, however I will not apologize for admitting to my lasting affinity for Robert Smith or the Cure. Adieu.

For the past several weeks there have been rumors of Kevin Jones stomping smooth triples in the backcountry. KJ sent me an image to confirm it, and now it looks like the cat is out of the bag with the latest advert from Bluebird Wax. Count ‘em kids. If there are three of them in a row, flips can be tricks.

This past weekend was the closing of the Boom Boom exhibit at Known Gallery on Fairfax. It was great catching up with everyone at the opening reception, and hopefully you got to see some photos of Steve Olson’s work.

Occasionally I will have the opportunity to photograph someone that I consider a true icon. Not just a legend, but an individual whose presence has been etched so deep into the stone tablets of skate culture that they will unquestionably become a permanent fixture to the timeline of skateboarding. Eric Dressen is damned good.

I’m 100% sure that I have not progressed in my skating prowess for nearly a decade, despite the fact that I love skateboarding now more than ever. Skate sessions are few and far between, but on the occasion when I can remove myself from the workstation and spend some time rolling around, it’s guaranteed that some mediocre magic will go down. In other words, I don’t let the fact that I suck at skating keep me from doing it.

My bag of tricks is pretty shallow these days (and I like it that way), so I can always reach in and find something hazardous to do on my lunch break. Good thing that Jose Garcia Diaz is a skilled photographer and can make my skating look sweeter than bread pudding with chocolate milk.

I keep six honest serving-men
(They taught me all I knew);
Their names are What and Why and When
And How and Where and Who.

– Rudyard Kipling