

straight from the book of bokonon, this was a post-sushi adventure that ended up with bruised knees and a renewed appreciation for the coolly unconcerned lost boys of millenium park. the nonchalance of the night and their willingness to let whatever photographs i wanted to take, be taken. there was no posing or awkwardness because i think, skateboarders are always just doing and moving and falling and getting back up again. like, nobody even cares... nobody is even watching.
this is probably my favourite grouping of photographs in a long time. skateboarding photographers are always lookin' for the moves... the landing of the crazy trick... documenting the goods. and uhh, i caught none of that. and i didn't even want too. to be fucking vague, i just wanted something that said something about the kind of night it was.