I did go to Russia and I do have photos, but I’m not ready to post them yet. Instead, here’s Robstock. It’s the annual skate-music-booze festival that takes place in the sticks of Maine courtesy of Rob Collinson and Low Card Mag. Like every year, this year was fucking nuts. Andreas Trolf and I even worked together on an article that is in the current issue of +1 Magazine. It’s only available in the UK but you can download a PDF of the issue to see the article. Enough jibber-jabber, here’s the photos.
We showed up in the middle of the first night. Brett forgot tent poles and went with a tee-pee instead. Where’s Sandy?
We started the day off with a swim at Pussy Rock.
Strubing and the beer-sip front-flip.
Some people actually even skated.
The rest jousted.
The show started. No burning coffins this time though.
Lawnchair tattoos were handed out to the brave.
Demassek got together for two rounds of the same song.
A townie brought a minibike, which was quickly confiscated and used to its fullest abilities throughout the night.
Screwboo at 9:13 PM.
Screwboo at 10:35 PM.
Screwboo’s belly at 1:16 AM.
Luigi Hip was just filming the madness when he handed his camera off and decided that he was gonna jump the fire Evil Knievel style. Four tries later he was riding away in glory.
There’s a reason someone brought champagne.
The next morning I saw this guy shotgun a Bud and instantly pass out.
Rob surveys the damage.
They were all out of coffee.
Screwboo at 12:18 PM.
I don’t think Sandy remembers being in Maine.