Photos by Pete Thompson
In the unpredictable world of skateboarding, seldom are there instances of unknown talent exploding onto the scene without warning, but I think Dan may be headed in that direction. He’s from Boston, Massachusetts but lives in my hometown of Raleigh, North Carolina.
He’s one of those guys who likes to skate all day, and when you’re finishing up that cold-cut combo at Subway, he’s the guy who oddly chimes in, “You wanna go skate that gap?”
He’s full of energy and full of ideas, including driving around his beater minivan with a plastic barrier wedged in the back—there’re no seats in the van. He’ll skate anything—he’s from the East Coast—and he likes to land everything three or four times.
I’m not sure why, but I think it may be obsessive-compulsive related or something. He just thinks it’s fun. Dan’s a freak.—Pete Thompson
Don’t let Jeremy use your cell phone. Now that that’s out of the way, I gotta say I like Jeremy. I like the fact he thinks for himself. He does his own thing, even if its calling me Christie—he thinks I look like Doug Christie from the Sacramento Kings. I love the Kings.
Jeremy is from Dallas, Texas. He likes the Mavericks, and I do, too. But maybe we get along ’cause we both can’t stand the Lakers.—Pete Thompson
A lot of people think Jackson Curtin was named after Michael Jackson. This is not true. Actually, he was named after Michael’s sister, Janet Jackson. Mr. Curtin is from Indonesia, but now he lives in San Francisco, California where he enjoys skateboarding, listening to music, and wearing T-shirts on his head.—Alex Klein
John Igei (pronounced ee-gay) is originally from Washington D.C., but now he lives in San Francisco, California. If you ever need to find John—maybe you’re a fan, maybe he owes you money, or something—just go down to Pier 7. He’ll be skating around there with his number-two man, Poop Honen. John has a girlfriend, but I once saw them walking down the street together and he
was wearing headphones, so I don’t know what their deal is.—Alex Klein
The definition of “style” is as follows: characteristic or peculiar mode of expression and execution in writing of fine arts; beauty, grace, or ease of manner or technique.
So in other more customized words, the adjective form of style—looking in a less official dictionary—states the following: Jesse Jenkinish. Moreover, the unusual truthfulness, we’re all submissive servants under the eccentric movement of Jenkinism. However, these terms and deifications of Jesse should by no means be altered because he really does deserve this extreme praise.
His style is truly a treat. Now, I could start raving on and on about his level of skill, but I find this to be pointless. We can all note that his skateboarding unveils no imprecision or flaws. To avoid any other indiscretions, I’ll now ultimately focus on his style once again. To understand the divine style of Jesse we must first travel back in time to his childhood. He grew up with a bulldog named Champ. Now bulldogs, as you probably already know, have very unusual and charismatic mannerisms. And as we all know, when
you’re around something or someone for a long period of time, elements of said things tend to rub off on you. Perhaps this can explain why Jesse’s skateboarding possesses amazing characteristics. Thank you, Champ, for becoming part of Jesse.—Van Wastell
It’s rare not to be anxious about what your life’s amounting to or where it’s heading. Although, the aforementioned goes without saying, I must point out that Raymond possesses such anxiety. Without it, he’d be liable to miss the mark. Yet the mark has not been missed nor forgotten.
What the …… ? Yeah … anyway. Raymond Molinar, shown here executing what is understood to be good skateboarding. There’s a lot of that going on out there in the world, and he’s trying to keep with the status quo, but not by conforming. His actions indicate a start of a new niche. Sure, he’s nice, approachable, skates like us all, but there’s more than that. Don’t let on that you know this. It’s just another thing to be anxious about, which means one more thing keeping him on point.—Cairo Foster
Omar eats microwaved Slim Jims, fills up water bottles with lemonade from any local fast-food joint, his backpack is filled to capacity with all sorts of things—from half-eaten candy bars to everyday junk you see on the ground. He’s like a human garbage disposal.
His shoes have holes where his socks peek through, he rides the worst setups you’ve ever seen, and he lives on a couch with six other people. He’s got more energy than someone who drinks a pot of coffee an hour, and sometimes it feels like you’re talking to a schizophrenic. But somehow, despite all these shortcomings, he can
skate his little ass off. Omar would back 50 a rail that looked like
Bob’s loop if you told him it would be cool. Getting scared just never seems to occur to him.—Stefan Janoski
A Mississippi madman, minus the mad. Add nice, style, and the tricks, then add it up—it’s all there, yet you don’t get it, do you? Flow is a must, but all do not possess it. Skaters all carry their bag (of tricks) around, toting it from spot to spot, accessing the damage they may place on each and every obstacle. Seth’s bag is open—open to new angles, new concepts, and new ideas. Without such an approach, you could get yourself stuck. Not the case here.
Seth Cheeks is a free flowing-technician bound by no barriers.—Cairo Foster