what would YOU call it?

2008-09-17T23:11:00.000+02:00

Gilles - Nosegrind - Cinemax - September 2008

2008-09-17T05:19:00.001+02:00

Trying to - but I keep finishing them first.

2008-02-10T12:58:00.000+01:00

2008-02-06T23:11:00.000+01:00

2008-02-04T22:51:00.000+01:00

That's all I'd take pictures of if I'd be living in East Lansing.

2007-12-31T17:47:00.000+01:00

HAPPY NEW YEAR! AND DON'T BLAME YOURSELF!

2007-11-18T23:51:00.000+01:00

Uhhh..

2007-11-11T03:01:00.001+01:00

2007-11-08T20:50:00.000+01:00

Stefan Gruijk - Nosetap

2007-09-23T23:22:00.000+02:00

Spending more time posting pictures here at the moment.

2007-09-15T18:37:00.000+02:00

Der Herr B,

2007-09-12T17:40:00.000+02:00

Well.. I'm working in a cellar at the moment, looking for certain papers which occur every 6th month.. And there are envelopes full of material for 14 years. And EVERY day! HMM..

2007-09-08T14:22:00.000+02:00

More Insectocons..

2007-09-07T17:02:00.000+02:00

There are these steel insects in Zurich, peering for prey. I barely managed to escape after I took this glimpse around a corner.

...Wicked Imagination, I know. So ignore it if you can't relate.

2007-09-05T10:09:00.000+02:00

It's all about the hat. Pimp.

2007-09-03T22:23:00.000+02:00

New home, new scanner, old camera. Hope to post more regularly again.

2007-06-26T11:20:00.001+02:00

Too much SLAYER?..

2007-06-02T11:33:00.001+02:00

Yeah man, and keep pointing that bottle towards you

2007-05-29T14:33:00.000+02:00

I'm a bit lame at the moment, I know. Working again and having no permanent Inet access slows be down a bit, sorry. I made these two pictures during our last days in Okemos, MI.

2007-05-12T14:16:00.000+02:00

BELUGA

VANCITY

BORED NR. 200056

2007-05-02T22:55:00.000+02:00

Now that all the cash is gone; rather healthy tha(e?)n nothing.

2007-04-30T17:25:00.000+02:00

We're back in Zurich now and miss Vancouver. Seems like Claudia (sitting in a bar atop Van) knew before we returned and started thinking early about the good times we had.

2007-04-19T23:01:00.000+02:00

Canadian style snowchains. Harhar!

2007-04-19T00:54:00.000+02:00

And these.

2007-04-17T23:02:00.000+02:00

And these.

2007-04-16T01:21:00.000+02:00

Sounds crazy, but I actually miss days like these now.

2007-04-15T01:36:00.000+02:00

2007-04-13T22:10:00.000+02:00

We're in East Lansing now. In the state of Michigan where cars matter and nothing else.

2007-04-11T17:25:00.000+02:00

Meet Heroin Hillbilly, number two of the toy industry's latest series of collectibles; puppets on drugs.

2007-04-10T19:34:00.000+02:00

It has been said a million times and I'll say it again; Vancouver is worth a visit. Not only for the containers, but for it's diversity and culture. Verry nice, verry nice!

2007-04-10T03:06:00.000+02:00

Never liked dogs a lot until the last couple of weeks up at the lodge. This Rottweiler - Blue Heeler mix called Stich made me change my mind. He can walk on his front legs only, dive into Snow and chase Elks, well, at least until they decide to chase him. It was my main source of entertainment up there. ..even Claudia liked him.

2007-04-09T18:51:00.000+02:00

Back online again. Had a great time (and view..) in Vancouver and am now in East Lansing, Michigan.

2007-03-25T04:11:00.001+02:00

I'm off to Vancouver tomorrow! A bunch of last Pictures of here will follow though - as soon as I got access to the net again. I took these near the heater we have, in spite of never having to chop wood anymore.

2007-03-21T02:53:00.000+01:00

Uhmm.. Wohl verrrrückt geworden!?

2007-03-19T20:33:00.000+01:00

Zum davonlaufen.

2007-03-18T21:17:00.000+01:00

I had to think about that Stone Formation which reminded me of a robot. Was it a coincidence or did somebody make it on purpose? As a matter of fact I figured out that I was quite ignorant and that these little (or sometimes very big) arrangements have a special meaning to the Inuit, the Canadian Natives, or Eskimos as we call them in Europe. Here's what I found out about the Symbols called Inukshuk: '..meaning "likeness of a person" in Inuktitut (the Inuit language) The Inuit make inuksuit (plural) in different forms and for different purposes: to show directions to travellers, to warn of impending danger, to mark a place of respect, or to act as helpers in the hunting of caribou. Similar stone figures were made all over the world in ancient times, but the Arctic is one of the few places where they still stand. An inukshuk can be small or large, a single rock, several rocks balanced on each other, round boulders or flat. Inuit tradition forbids the destruction of inuksuit.'

2007-03-18T21:09:00.000+01:00

Nicht mehr lange und ich kann mich wieder selbst im Tram fotografieren. Die Besonderheiten Vancouvers warten auf uns.

2007-03-17T19:41:00.001+01:00

ehmmm.. yes, I had a little approach to avant-garde portraits. And too much wine.

2007-03-16T19:58:00.000+01:00

corner

2007-03-15T20:40:00.000+01:00

Ihr solltet euch auch mal im Klo einschliessen und gaaaaanz lange die kleinen Details anschauen. Oder eure zeit mit dem lesen von Geruechten totschlagen

2007-03-14T20:28:00.000+01:00

Huh!?

2007-03-13T19:53:00.000+01:00

..not exactly the eye of the tiger.

2007-03-11T20:49:00.000+01:00

More boredom.

2007-03-10T20:43:00.000+01:00

..you shouldn't eat pink snow either.

2007-03-06T01:07:00.000+01:00

2007-03-04T23:18:00.000+01:00

Riechts hier nach Pasta?.. Und wo ist der Wein?.. Insider?..

2007-03-03T19:10:00.000+01:00

Never trust an Elk. As soon as you turn your back on them they'll kick you. One of those fuckers must have thought I was a predator or that I might steal it's hay and gave me a couple of punches. They attack frontal and use their front legs. And they don't show any signs of aggression before they take on you. They can be peacefully eating and just snap from one second to the next, those lunatics.

2007-03-02T21:09:00.000+01:00

Spycams installed.

2007-03-01T19:37:00.000+01:00

My momentary occupation: chief arsonist

2007-02-27T21:09:00.000+01:00

Went snowborading, fast as always, great views got my head cleared and made me realise how stuck I am here. T - 23 days.

2007-02-22T19:07:00.000+01:00

Lücken-Füller.

2007-02-20T20:02:00.000+01:00

No Helli-Skiing this year. So the once in a lifetime chance to go and taste champagne powder straight from a mountain top, for free, is gone. With no fresh Snow a couple of weeks ago everything was canceled. And suddenly we get loads of that white stuff. Great, fucking great!

2007-02-19T19:52:00.000+01:00

Eine haarige Angelegenheit.

2007-02-18T19:19:00.000+01:00

Die Kälte und der Schnee macht die Wapitis richtig zahm. Mittlerweile drängen mich die Jungen sogar vom Truck (womit ich ihnen das Stroh bringe) weg. Sie lassen sich sogar berühren. Und das sind wilde Tiere, nota bene, keine dressierte Gäule.

2007-02-16T19:21:00.000+01:00

Fog so thick the sun needs a drill to push its rays through.

2007-02-15T19:48:00.000+01:00

Wolfs are coming over the frozen lake to howl Hello. Today they were so close that I thought I could sneak up on them. It seemed like they were in the bay and I could have a look down on them, but soon as I came out of the trees on the edge of the cliff the howling stopped and all I got to see was a lonely track in the snow. Maybe tomorrow, but I doubt it.

2007-02-14T19:21:00.000+01:00

Herr Winter ist ein hinterhältiger Bursche. Passt man nicht auf lässt er seine spitzen finger auf einen fallen.. Vor ein paar Monaten wurden sie so gross, dass unser Chef am selben Tag gleich zwei mal nur um einen Meter nicht erschlagen wurde. Das Eigengewicht wurde so gross, dass der Dachrand sie nicht mehr halten konnte, sekunden nachdem er unten durch lief. Leider habe ich es verpasst Bilder von diesen Monster Dinger zu machen. Jene auf dem Bild sind im Vergleich dazu die eines Säuglings, eher noch eines Foetus.

2007-02-13T19:47:00.000+01:00

The Lake has frozen.. The structures - they remind me of world maps - which appear from the different stages of frozen ice are more colorful then I've ever expected. Unfortunately these Pictures never live up to what can be seen with ones own eyes.

2007-02-12T19:46:00.000+01:00

Sessel und Sofas sollten mehr von Bedeutung sein, mehr in Ehren gehalten werden. Wir betrachten sie als zu selbstverständlich, als Notwendigkeit. Dabei gibt es nichts dankbareres als seinen Allerwertesten in die sanfte Umarmung seines Lieblings Sessels plumpsen zu lassen und das erleichterte Seufzen der Glieder zu spüren. Mein Sessel ist zwar kein Prachtobjekt, aber nach einem kräfteraubenden Tag mit Väterchen Frost ist das meinem Hintern so ziemlich egal.

2007-02-11T19:42:00.001+01:00

Weder noch.. Jener mit der Zahnbürste ist's!

2007-02-10T19:28:00.000+01:00

Ist's jener mit dem Messer oder jener mit dem Beil, der da durch den Dampf sich schleicht?

2007-02-08T19:46:00.000+01:00

Winter is back! Temperatures dropped to minus 22 - at daytime. The battery in my Mini Digi lasts about 5.5 minutes..

2007-02-06T23:40:00.000+01:00

I'm running out of pictures.. Well, I have plenty, but most aren't anything near to special. Until I got some new ones that I like I'll feed you with some leftovers from back home. These masculine figures are ventilations of a underground parking..

2007-02-04T21:29:00.000+01:00

Heard a wolf yesterday and howled back. He didn't answer though. Must have rolled his eyes and trotted away after hearing one of those awful human singing attempts.

2007-02-03T19:53:00.000+01:00

Biip - Bip. Stone Robo has emerged. Bip.

2007-02-02T00:28:00.000+01:00

Last summer's dust. Rally time is coming.

2007-01-31T19:35:00.000+01:00

Meanwhile I got really used to the life here. Wild Wapitis eating out of my hand surely helped settling my restlessness. Still trying to get a shot of me and the Chief Elk but it's difficult because as soon as he sees a camera he pretends to lose interest in eating the hay in my hand. As you can see on the pictures the young girls don't care about a little limelight, those brats.

2007-01-30T23:48:00.000+01:00

Hungry crowd.

2007-01-29T00:42:00.000+01:00

The House were we live in.
It's built all crooked and we keep on falling out of our beds and start rolling until the wall stops us..

2007-01-27T20:33:00.000+01:00

It's not really obviuos, but the snow is actually 'blowing' horizontally.

2007-01-25T01:15:00.000+01:00

...

2007-01-23T18:55:00.000+01:00

More boredom.

2007-01-22T21:07:00.000+01:00

picture taken during a pause i took while sawing wood. wearing ear protection, due to the noise of the chainsaw, gives you a very 'silent' approach to taking pictures.

2007-01-21T19:33:00.000+01:00

I thought of a book cover for a crime story and ended up with this. Of course this doesn't fit on the front of a book, unless it had a unusual format. That's why it would take up front and back cover, with a little cropping on the sides to center the road more on the front cover. Blablabla.. Just an Idea.

2007-01-20T21:00:00.000+01:00

First the heavy and now a wigga.. Nutin' but weirdos 'round me.

2007-01-19T21:16:00.000+01:00

I met this dude from a heavy metal band. What a fuck-up! But I had to do some picutures of him.. I mean, who in the world still has that long hair? Damn retro, that is.

2007-01-18T21:24:00.000+01:00

2007-01-16T21:24:00.000+01:00

Syrup Recharge.

2007-01-14T20:15:00.000+01:00

Hellouuuu... This is Sky. He's not as dumb as he looks and he taught me that Horses are not as bad as I always assumed. Eventually you can get used to everything..

2007-01-13T20:33:00.000+01:00

It's getting frosty now. The streets aren't as icy as the one here - that was about a week ago and it was fun driving on it - but the ever going wind blows snow into the furthest corner and lets streets change shape. The conditions are getting more and more unpredictable. Driving down the roads you suddenly feel the car drifting in a other direction, especially in the turns where the structure of the paved-away snow on the side leaves dead spots, letting the fresh snow pile high. You think you see where the tricky spots are, but when you turn the wheel and accelerate a bit you either abruptly start slidering or you get a sudden grip and jump forwards. And going too slow means risking getting stuck. Harhar, tt the moment, driving a car is certainly an adventure.

2007-01-11T21:21:00.000+01:00

2007-01-10T20:23:00.000+01:00

You know what's best about good old friends? No matter how long you haven't heard of each other, when you get back in contact things are as they always were. Uncomplicated and honest.

This unexpected B-Day card certainly made my day!

2007-01-09T22:38:00.000+01:00

Somebody mentioned there's no Snow in Europe?.. Want some!?

2007-01-07T20:17:00.000+01:00

I just got reminded that If you haven't been told there's no way to know what I am actually doing out here. So here's the story; my girlfriend, Claudia, was getting fed up with here work at a PR agency and decided to start going back to school in order to becoming a masseuse. Shortly before she got her diploma she noticed an ad on the fastening board; a Lodge in Canada was looking for masseuses.. Since she always wanted there didn't take long and she had made up her mind. For a half a year. And me? Well, I was told (with a look like on the picture above..) that I could come along, which she would really appreciate, or stay here. Hmm.. OK. So much about my options. I had some stuff going on at that moment but If I had decided to stay I surely would have regretted it. So we packed our stuff and from the moment of the decision until we stood in the middle of nowhere there wasn't really time to think about what we were actually facing. Barely a month had passed.

That's how I got here. But what am i doing. Well, I came here having been told that there were options of working in the marketing sector and doing all the translations for the German ads and website for this Lodge, (www.peacereachadventures.com). It turned out that things where going slowly here and that local people had been hired to do the marketing. The departure of two workers left me in the situation of something like a housekeeper. What I do now is to move snow, chainsaw wood for the oven, feed the horses and the elk heard, do all sorts of repairs, help out in the service and behind the bar. Besides that I have enough time to focus on articles and texts for various skateboard magazines and to update a couple of websites which I take care of. Besides that I have the opportunity to shoot the most stunning sunrises and I am slowly developing the idea of a series of pictures which focus on dirt in an incredibly beautiful nature.

After having serious thoughts of flying back home - there's really nothing to do out here since the lodge is far away from civilization and I'm really missing our social life - I have coped with the situation and am starting to enjoy it. Being in this kind of 'isolation' leaves you enough time to think about yourself and your future. You get to know yourself better and can think about what you really want to do. Hopefully I will make the right decisions.

2007-01-05T20:55:00.000+01:00

Spidervision

2007-01-04T19:28:00.000+01:00

Sunsets here are ever changing. This one is particularly weird. Except for the light warm tones behind the mountain all the colors seemed to have disappeared. And not only on camera.. It seemed like some guy, like Dr. Anticoloros, was standing on a mountain with a giant vacuum cleaner sucking up all the colors out of the world, roaring with laughter and knowing he had the world in his hands!

2007-01-02T01:07:00.000+01:00

I don't know what to write about these pictures. It's obvious that I was just killing time. Instead I'd like you to introduce you to something yummy; the Cucumber Vodka Shot. Russian friends I made in the States showed me this and when I tell people about it everybody gives me these strange looks. But I swear it tastes great and the Vodka gives you this philosophical high, enabling you to say things you normally can't formulate - at least that's the effect it has on me. However, what you do is to take a juicy cucumber, but not the ones used in salad, I mean the salty ones you find in a Hamburger or Sandwich. Pic yourself a huge one, one that snaps so pleasantly when you take a bite. Then you fill yourself a shot of icecold vodka, a manly shot of vodka that is. You then hold the cucumber in one hand and the glass in the other. Now inhale deeply, hold your breath and drink the vodka quickly, without starting to breathe start chewing with delight on that salty treat you have in the other hand. Really fast, then swallow the first mouth-full. Only now you're allowed to start breathing again. If you did it right you should have felt nothing of the vodka and be pleased about the by alcohol increased flavor of the cucumber.
Well, the new year has barely started and I'm sure there should be some vodka left from the party, right? And if you think about it, there's also this huge cucumber glass in the back of the fridge. Aha.. So what are you waiting for?..

2006-12-31T01:08:00.000+01:00

Last Spring the Kingpin Guys sent me to Roman Astleitners King Of The Ramp Contest in Kufstein. I wrote one hell of an article without considering that KP normally doesn't do more than two pages for a contest report.. Doh! They therefore couldn't use all my pioctures either. So here it is and here are some, a bit late but maybe you consider it worth reading anyway. If you're a good Ramp Skater I strongly recommend going there. It's by far one of the best contests I've ever visited. The Contest should sooner or later be announced on muckefuckskateboards.com.

(Ferit - Frontside Kneebender in the Oververt)

King of the Ramp.

And there I was. On the way to Kufstein in Austria after Deeli had asked, no earlier then two days before, if I could go and shoot some Pictures at the King of the Ramp contest.
Rushing in to such a situation dosen‘t leave much time to think about what to expect and since nobody had time or motivation to join me I was alone. Who would be there? Would I know anybody? Would anybody talk to me?

I knew that the Austrians are friendly guys but somehow I felt lonely and questioned if I had made the right decission. The boarder came closer and the sun went down over the my beloved swiss landscape. I left the safety of my precious homeland and darkness awaited me in a country not so much different from my own, yet unknown.

And what a darkness it was! Arriving at the ‚Batzenhäusel‘, the Restaurant where Roman Astleitner invited his quests for dinner, I felt like entering a movie. The tables had this old deep brown color which they get after years of sweat, smoke and spilled beer and driping. The seiling was low and the warm clouds of cheese, onions and ham blended with the smoke and odours of the guests. The Skaters and Media were already enjoiing the Tiroler Spätzle and Patatoas with ham. I squeezed myself in between and imediatly had a large beer, a plate and the pans with that kind of food in front of me that allows your stomach to handle heavy attacks of liquids. I knew nobody, but felt perfectly comfortable.

Barely finished with eating I noticed that some sort of mashine was in use by some skaters at an other table. When I asked what was up with that the guys just smirked and asked if I never had heard of the drinking games they had? Obviously not. I took a closer look and saw that huge glasses with small hoses were arranged in a way that created a vacum and actually pressed the liquid, some sort of white-wine-sugar-lemonwater mix, into your mouth, allowing a much faster drink. With a raised eyebrow I ordered a nother beer and thought that I didn‘t need such a blast.

The next thing I know a guy with heavy boots and one those typical Tirolan leather shorts which you see in travel catalogues hops on the table, points a davie crocket waterbag at the guy next to me, squeezes it and shoots a jet of that whitewine mix into my neighbours mouth. I just had enough time to realise that I had no other choice than to say ‚ahhh‘ before the jet hit my mouth.

The guy, who turned out to be Leo the owner, kept shooting jets across the tables with an astonishing precision. The only choice to avoid it was to either close your mouth and get all the wine over your face or to hide under a table. Needles to say that everybody was screeming and laughing a great aplause when the bag was empty.Two minutes later the guy comes back with blinking Flashlights attatched to his head and a modified fire extinguisher which would shoot stronger jets of the wine mix into everybodies mouth.

That waiter really knows how to entertain his guest and must have a faible for creating machines that keep the spirits high. Other inventions were a mug made of lead so heavy that you barely could take a sip, a mashine which blasted snuff up your nose with a bang, a self-servive schnaps automat built on to a long wooden arm which could be swung over the guests heads across the tables and a hydraulic table which moved passed outs back into a upright position or lett you spill your drink by suddenly moving up or downwards.
Plus he knew exactly when the point was reached to ask his guests to leave, avoiding a desaster. If you know how to let everybody drink so much in such a short time you also need to know when you have to kick them out. And if everybody had a good time nobody will be pissed if you do so.

So much about the first night..

(Roman - Method Transfer in to the Bowl)

After a moderate breakfast and a cold shower the contest day started and Horwarth, Hackl and me headed towards the Skatehall. No wonder we first had to wait for a while until the first locals arrived with the keys. I thought that after we had to drag some of the Tschec Riders back to the hotel (we learnd later that one of them couldn‘t find his room and had to sleep on the hallway..) the other Skaters would go home to. The late arrival of the others prooved us wrong.

Anyway, time to check the Hall. The Kufsteiner Skatehall is built and run by the locals, lead by Roman Astleitner. They manage to built something new every year bringing consecutive variaty into the contest. What started as a local fun contest has meanwhile a reputation of being one of the best transition contests in the german speaking area. The fact that the Hall barely allows more spectators than riders and the arrangement of the Ramps where every corner is used to the fullest leads to a sort of ‚cave feeling‘. The seelings are low and if you want to get from one corner to an other you have no other choice than crossing the constantly used miniramps. I pitty any Fotografer who isn‘t used to the crossfire of a contest..
The dense arrangement of wallride, spine, miniramp with two depts and the bowl which is transfered to the mini and has an oververt corner, allows various lines without letting them realy cross eachother. There is actually only one dead spot where a corner hides some of the park. The only collision I remember was there and didn‘t cause any casualties. But enough of those Details, if you wnat to know how it really is go and have a look yourself.

How should I describe the contest? Intense? Yes! Fast? Definately! High Level? For sure.
The format of the runs was a bit different then at other contests. There was no division into qualification and finals. 20 minutes were given to five groups of three riders. If you have ever taken part in a contest you know that alone one minute can be exhausting. Now imagine 20 minutes.. Right - the Skaters tore at their substance which was weekend anyway due to the previous night and were fucked after the runs. However, the advantage of this format was that the long run time gave the skaters time to get on fire and do tricks that needed some attempts, something you normally can‘t wait for at a normal contest. There were phases were you could literally feel the heat.

I can‘t remember all the tricks but some chunks of memories I‘ll keep forever. Like David Martelleur inhaling all the energy around him before droping in and doing a crail slide out of the oververt down the Coping. Or Benny Buchwald doing massive Fs 360 grabs over the Spine. Somebody told me later on that he broke his shoulder earlyer, but that couldn‘t stop him from riding his run. An other Memory includes Ferit Bartir doing Fs airs out and back into the oververt while nearly hitting the seeling. Like if it weren‘t enough he added a backside fastplant in the same corner. Roman Hackl and Roman Astleitner had consistent runs doing Tricks everywhere and somewhere inbetween there was Sasha Biehaule doing incredibly smooth bs noseblunt reverts over the spine and even a Bs 180 to Nosestall transfer from the Mini into the Bowl. I don‘t think many people noticed his switch backside flip to tail during the Best Trick Contest because it looked regular and the others were killing the extension. Martelleur won that one with a Frontside Fingerflip to tail and a Pivot to Backtail revert for which he took some realy heavy beetings. Partyman Oliver Gordon, who had been hanging like a monkey from the ventilation tube during his wallrides, must have thought that he could do equally well and placed his nose on the back of the extension before throwing himself earlygrab over and into the transition. On some attempts it looked like he slammed directly into the flat but in the end he made it and should have got an extra evil kenievel award.

Did I forget someone? Ahh.. Yes. The Winner of the contest, Jürgen Horwarth. Somehow it was unfair for the others because this guy seems to be playing in a different league. If somebody can fly over Danny Way‘s Monsters the Transitions in Kuftein must have been like the backdoor miniramp you rode during preschool. Alone the Ollie to Fakies out of the quarter into the top of the wallride he did to get speed for a halfcab transfer into the bowl were ridiculous. He transfered all over and killed the Oververtcorner with fullspeed Back Lipslides, Front Tailslide; Back Tailslide and I think I remember a Back Smithgrind. With such control and finessen there was no doubt that Jürgen rode better than anyone else.

(Asti - One Foot Nosegrab over the Spine)

I was glad that I had made the decission to go there. The Batzenhäusl, the contest the great people I got to meet and the big party in the evening made it a trip I‘ll never forget. Taking the train the next mornig suddenly seemed a lot harder than expected, partly because of a headache and partly because I knew that this exhilarating feeling would soon be gone. Coming home was like plunging back into reality. The show was over. But it will go on. Next Spring.

2006-12-30T02:12:00.000+01:00

Hullo!

2006-12-29T02:16:00.000+01:00

Et les autres..

2006-12-27T21:06:00.000+01:00

Le Chef

2006-12-26T20:56:00.000+01:00

random shot from back home.

2006-12-25T21:39:00.000+01:00

Christmas comes, Christmas goes. Thankfully. I'm sick of all those cheesy songs on the radio and can't wait until everybody comes back to normal. However, I still whish y'all a merry Christmas and a happy new year. Hope your outlook is as good as mine.

2006-12-22T21:46:00.000+01:00

The girls here have started decorating everything. I wonder if our bear-ma'm would have been so cooperative if she didn't have that little handicap of hers.

2006-12-20T22:41:00.000+01:00

Eroding cliffs are sketchy places to take pictures from. Especially when you want to take the bird-view down of one.

2006-12-20T03:50:00.001+01:00

Civil access! Now!

2006-12-19T23:36:00.000+01:00

Me want civilization!

2006-12-18T03:04:00.000+01:00

Computer Ballet.

2006-12-17T03:21:00.000+01:00

It's snowing heavily at the moment. Skies are grey. Blizard warnings are out and I'm the only guy here who has to go out every day. Harhar.

2006-12-16T03:51:00.000+01:00

I miss taking skate-pictures. Fuck, I miss skateboaring itself. And Michi fucking 'Nize' Reubi; I hate you so much for not giving me my camera back. Traitor. Why?.. Chances are that you actually read this, so give me a god damn answer!

The Picture is a shitty scan of the last bunch of pictures I shot with my F5. Before I was so naiv and lend it to that cunt mentioned above. It's Miguel Alzate doing a Nosebump in between I was taking Pictures with young gun Simon Striker. The spot is one of Zurich's oldest and has seen many a good session. It took a 14 year old and a guy from Biel to go back there. Everybody else thought it was played out. Thank you Miguel, thank you Simon, fuck you Nize!