Featured in this story: Leo, Sammy and Tristan (click for pictures)
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When my cameraman Chad and I came to the skate park, we immediately saw two familiar faces: skinny black-haired Leo and his blond friend Tristan were sitting on a bench inside a small, weather-beaten pavilion, that consisted mainly of said bench and a roof. Both of them were wearing their usual outfits, sagging jeans with the waistband of their boxers showing above, t-shirts and sneakers. Tristan once again displayed great taste in t-shirt fashion: I had seen his cartoon ballbusting shirt the last time we had met, now the front of his shirt featured a stylized, drawn nutcracker with two walnuts next to it, one cracked in half. The caption read “skate – don’t think about tomorrow”. I grinned.
The two skaterboys had invited us to come to their favourite hang out place and bring the camera with us so we could film them doing their thing with the boards and without much doubt crunching a few nuts in the process…
We walked over the skate park toward the pavilion, passing a big half-pipe, a few stairs and handrails, some ramps and an area with a wild lunar landscape created out of concrete. There wasn’t much action going on, two BMX riders working their magic on the stairs, and a group of skaters lying lazy in the sun in the middle of the moonscape.
“Hi”, Leo grinned when we reached the pavilion.
Tristan smiled.
After some small talk – “nice weather” – “nice skate park” – “nice t-shirt” – we put down the camera and tripod on one side of the pavilion and sat down.
“Where’s the rest of the gang?” I asked.
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