pg.88
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Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
...ken nagahara......-->photo show
Recently our friend ken nagahara got a
call from a gallery in Japan. They wanted
him to do a photography show in his homeland.
Ken was more than stoked and agreed to do the
show......Of course there was major a problem,
Ken can't go back to Japan.
Coming from a family of Japanese loggers,
ken grew up the next in line. Just like his
great, great grandad did 100 years ago Ken
was supposed to join the family business.
Instead Ken was obsessed with skateboarding,
he packed a back pack and small amount of money
and headed for San Francisco.
A couple issues for a normal person might be
that he barely knew anybody in america,
didn't speak english, and only had enough
money for a couple weeks.
Ken charged the streets and made friends
with some local dirtbag skaters. Like skaters
often do for each other... they took Ken in like
a brother.
I once asked Ken "how'd you learn to speak
so well?"
He replied, "from watching Chappelle show"
The world was tuned into the Chappelle show
at the time. The skaters that had taken Ken
in were no different. Stoned to the bone with
his new comrades... he sat red eyed, sponging
up Chappelle. Learning how to say words and
making everyone laugh... hoping to figure
out the meaning of what he was saying sometime
in the near future.
Ken started taking photos of these same skaters
and was often seen around different skate
spots with his camera pressed to his face.
He seemed to have more of a knack for the
lifestyle shoots. The big magazines and
fancy photographers turned ken away claiming
his look to be not polished enough. Ken kept
at it... not changing his style and keeping
his eye up to the lens. raw and real.
Ken has had no easy time here in the bay.
Slept on the streets, begged for food,
robbed by thugs, hit by multiple cars, you
name it..... Ken goes through it all with a
smile on his face and his heart on his sleeve.
** so ken can't go back tp
japan because he has yet to meet
his american princess.
this being said he couldn't attend his
own show. our friend MAYA decided
with help from the missouri lounge
to hook ken up with a round eye version
of his show...
come down... cheap beer, good tunes.
call from a gallery in Japan. They wanted
him to do a photography show in his homeland.
Ken was more than stoked and agreed to do the
show......Of course there was major a problem,
Ken can't go back to Japan.
Coming from a family of Japanese loggers,
ken grew up the next in line. Just like his
great, great grandad did 100 years ago Ken
was supposed to join the family business.
Instead Ken was obsessed with skateboarding,
he packed a back pack and small amount of money
and headed for San Francisco.
A couple issues for a normal person might be
that he barely knew anybody in america,
didn't speak english, and only had enough
money for a couple weeks.
Ken charged the streets and made friends
with some local dirtbag skaters. Like skaters
often do for each other... they took Ken in like
a brother.
I once asked Ken "how'd you learn to speak
so well?"
He replied, "from watching Chappelle show"
The world was tuned into the Chappelle show
at the time. The skaters that had taken Ken
in were no different. Stoned to the bone with
his new comrades... he sat red eyed, sponging
up Chappelle. Learning how to say words and
making everyone laugh... hoping to figure
out the meaning of what he was saying sometime
in the near future.
Ken started taking photos of these same skaters
and was often seen around different skate
spots with his camera pressed to his face.
He seemed to have more of a knack for the
lifestyle shoots. The big magazines and
fancy photographers turned ken away claiming
his look to be not polished enough. Ken kept
at it... not changing his style and keeping
his eye up to the lens. raw and real.
Ken has had no easy time here in the bay.
Slept on the streets, begged for food,
robbed by thugs, hit by multiple cars, you
name it..... Ken goes through it all with a
smile on his face and his heart on his sleeve.
** so ken can't go back tp
japan because he has yet to meet
his american princess.
this being said he couldn't attend his
own show. our friend MAYA decided
with help from the missouri lounge
to hook ken up with a round eye version
of his show...
come down... cheap beer, good tunes.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
casual fridays?
maybe everyone has seen
this, i dunno? the more you
watch it the stranger it gets.
sid side saddle
thanks kevin
this, i dunno? the more you
watch it the stranger it gets.
sid side saddle
thanks kevin
...san francisco.... -1972-
well the guy in the pic is sal (drinking a beer). he was building his bike at the time and a guy named randy was taking photoghraphy classes at the time and he shot these pics. that's all i know. sal now lives in volcano ca. it's just outside of jackson. you should see his place all the good stuff. anyway it turns out that burrito rick lived down the street from him so you might want to pick his brain for more info. rick called him pegleg sal. i guess he has a bad wheel or somthing. who knew?
later john.
thanks john.
each one of these
photos is worth clicking
on and checking out the
details. so good. max
later john.
thanks john.
each one of these
photos is worth clicking
on and checking out the
details. so good. max
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
--big ballin--
my older brother had
this green machine and i appropriately had an almost identical one in blue called the blue max. we wore through the wheels. skidding and sliding all over the place. we would tie a jump rope to a bike that our fiends would pedal hold on, go fast and spin 360's.
i was probably seven and my bro was about ten... we spent all summer outdoors.
just going crazy the streets, creeks, tree's and the pocketable candy at the 7-11
all got tested. hope kids still do that kinda shit.
this green machine and i appropriately had an almost identical one in blue called the blue max. we wore through the wheels. skidding and sliding all over the place. we would tie a jump rope to a bike that our fiends would pedal hold on, go fast and spin 360's.
i was probably seven and my bro was about ten... we spent all summer outdoors.
just going crazy the streets, creeks, tree's and the pocketable candy at the 7-11
all got tested. hope kids still do that kinda shit.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
me and grandma
1976
i was 2 1/2
my dad had just painted
this old schwinn purple....
it was girls bike he got
used and cheap. i liked the horn,
the bars,the square back tire and
it's new coat of paint.
i picked the color and i'll never
forget how that can sounded when he shook
it. the training wheels lasted a few days,
the seat was also changed. at this age i had no
idea about cool or uncool.... a girls bike?? i was
just so happy to have the bike.
red zippup hoodie, wranglers, and clarks
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
i was 2 1/2
my dad had just painted
this old schwinn purple....
it was girls bike he got
used and cheap. i liked the horn,
the bars,the square back tire and
it's new coat of paint.
i picked the color and i'll never
forget how that can sounded when he shook
it. the training wheels lasted a few days,
the seat was also changed. at this age i had no
idea about cool or uncool.... a girls bike?? i was
just so happy to have the bike.
red zippup hoodie, wranglers, and clarks
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
part animal part machine
Want you in my rear window
Baby you’re sick
hey b.harlow i saw your
photo and i thought of these
just shot the other week...
lame minds think alike.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
..more bay area history
Guy who owned the green sporty: Al Avilla
San Leandro Ca, resident whole life
Al got into taxedermy at 9 years old, Harleys at 18
bought the sporty as a stocker in '69, rode it to school his senior year at San Leandro High
After high school he tore it apart and bult the green chopper; Arlen paint, Nunes front end etc etc
Won a trophy at the Oakland roadster show in '72, kissed the trophy for a picture
Continued to ride and change the bike for many years and many miles.
when he sold the bike it was all black and had a front fender.....as you can see Al had "A little Captain in him" before it was cool to stand like a pirate with your leg on an invisible barrel,
thanks to my buddy'
j.fred for these amazing photos
and story...!!!1
San Leandro Ca, resident whole life
Al got into taxedermy at 9 years old, Harleys at 18
bought the sporty as a stocker in '69, rode it to school his senior year at San Leandro High
After high school he tore it apart and bult the green chopper; Arlen paint, Nunes front end etc etc
Won a trophy at the Oakland roadster show in '72, kissed the trophy for a picture
Continued to ride and change the bike for many years and many miles.
when he sold the bike it was all black and had a front fender.....as you can see Al had "A little Captain in him" before it was cool to stand like a pirate with your leg on an invisible barrel,
thanks to my buddy'
j.fred for these amazing photos
and story...!!!1
Friday, April 9, 2010
pain-t for atomic trent
trent from atomic
has never been anything
but cool to me. it was
rad to be able to paint
a tank for him.
has never been anything
but cool to me. it was
rad to be able to paint
a tank for him.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
........-keegan-........
keegan.
is a happy person.
truly i mean it. it's
weird you don't really
meet to many people that
seem truly happy. He is an
amazing skateboarder. He's always
on the move....on, about to leave,
or about to come home from some wild
journey. He rides motorcycles because
he enjoys them. All types all makes he
doesn't care. here's to you kegstand!
on a recent trip to mexico
harley offered to let keegan
use one of their new sportsters.
going 90 on a dirt road filled with
boulders and pot holes keegan put the
bike to the test... and his catlike reflexes.
just another day.
whoa
speaking of daisy dukes...
whoa for so many reasons
nasal blunt natty quarts
is a happy person.
truly i mean it. it's
weird you don't really
meet to many people that
seem truly happy. He is an
amazing skateboarder. He's always
on the move....on, about to leave,
or about to come home from some wild
journey. He rides motorcycles because
he enjoys them. All types all makes he
doesn't care. here's to you kegstand!
on a recent trip to mexico
harley offered to let keegan
use one of their new sportsters.
going 90 on a dirt road filled with
boulders and pot holes keegan put the
bike to the test... and his catlike reflexes.
just another day.
whoa
speaking of daisy dukes...
whoa for so many reasons
nasal blunt natty quarts
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
..john harmon..
my buddy rich ostrander
sent me some sacto chopper history
a while back and called the other day
to say " hey post them haromon photos"
...ok rich...
july 4. 1971
this panshovel
is way cool...
check the oil bag:
love the purple
love the purple vest
bonnie with harmon
sent me some sacto chopper history
a while back and called the other day
to say " hey post them haromon photos"
...ok rich...
july 4. 1971
this panshovel
is way cool...
check the oil bag:
love the purple
love the purple vest
bonnie with harmon
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