the Four: March '25

in like a lion ...

Apr 06, 2025

*four down founder and 4ts interview victim george phillips throws a fs 270 crail somewhere in the great nw; spencer morgan w/the snap*

Look, maybe its the lamotrigine getting goosed, or … well, no, it’s got to be the mood stabilizers mood stabilizing, but bitchiness and KJV venom is on pause this month; we’re going out like a lamb. We’re talking maple candy, sickly sticky saccharine like blood & honey, tooth-throbbing shit.

So, something sweet for the sluts ...

Under blunt smoke skies, under the Kennedy, under pigeon planks and a helmet and some old eyes she. is. doing it!, moving under her own power — her own push — on the only good American monster, which is, to make it about me real quick, a fucking full-circle moment since my first real ride was the same. And sure the foot position is a bit off, a strange geometry that may be limiting if it doesn’t get ironed out, but considering this ancient bish is out here doing it (her response when I shared this possible line: ‘NO YOU CUNT,’ direct quote) and I can watch the fear melting away there’s no reason to harp on it now. We’ve got a manic panic haired friend with snakeskin Vans and snake bites, and now a whip of her own done right and rollin’ on urethane shades of the kind stolen out of my locker in high school, aughts vibes and an empty park and chilly dampness and wisps of vape — all those ghosts, and the spirit is moving, bb.

*view from the maiden voyage by the new skater herself*

We’re gonna move too, to the Four. Here’s how it works in theory; below is how it works in practice.Special s/o up top to mag grad Corey Henderson’s latest for Uprise Skateshop and Stu Jacobs, a 46yr old’s Sponsor Me Tape.

Four: March ‘25

wallride skate co, ‘dirty people’; oktyabr, ‘dato’

The idea of ‘skating-as-porthole-to-the-world’ or some kind of extreme Esperanto is definitely a mawkish one, but just b/c an idea is corny doesn’t make it untrue. Coming out of Almaty, Kazakhstan — which is for real feeling like its having a moment; see the Atlantic Drift crew rolling through — there is something irresistibly arresting about a box whip pumping Euro club right into a light-chased, needle-threading 5050 to wall ride nollie to belated title card. It feels right, feels cosmopolitan, feels like a fresh breeze off the Caspian Sea w/some caviar and seems world shrinking at a time we need it. Bonus: The Muscovites from Oktybar hit it too with some of the same crew, kinda like a U.S.R.R. reunion but with less Stalin, more shreddin’.

Also, sorry for the cheat.

creature/felix meyers, ‘finder’s fee’

Now here’s some shit after my own heart, creative and odd and eye seizing and violent like a Super Jail set piece or some better metaphor — a real gamut run and gauntlet thrown, from romeo flips and frontside bombs and head high street varials to oddball combos for the ledge dancers (blessing some marble bench with a bs feeble to shuv to bs smith; the fuck? Or how about bs willy to … 5-0? smith? I’m not even sure, which is what makes it so sick).