Thrasher Magazine

I entered one of those action sports photo contests. I didn't win.



AVE knows how I feel.

Giant man leaping from high roof. No?

Fitz feels the agony of defeat.

Buries it deep inside like a white-hot ball of rage.

Speaking of, some of Fucky's rage appears to be leaking out his eyeballs in this one. Yikes!

Donnie, amidst the debris.

If there was a half-submerged board in this one I reckon I could've at least won a gift certificate to Shakey's or some shit. This was the day Div almost melted.

The neverending romance of lonely, half-broke shit.

Spider goes coconuts. I'd feel like a winner if I could blast a head-high air out of a fuckin' ditch, that's for sure.

Dakota gets glued up.

Skate Rock grudge match, beauty vs beauty.

The rhythm of the poles? No?

Nobody can blame me for trying to catch a ride on this Jefferson wave. Skate Rock renegading.

Hard to get a bad photo of Grant Taylor.

See?

Remember when Big Fig crooked grinded the universe? Yeah, you've probably seen a lot of these before.

All eyes on GT. I love this photo.

I dreamt of this one for years before it actually happened. Thanks again, J Roy.

A speck of Guzman radical, like a bug on a windshield.

Legends of flair, flairing.

Lizzie lays it back. Very popular photo.


Remember the time we had the run of a Paris art museum? Peabody threelers.

The hunt.

Pay dirt.

Raven's big toe.

Raven's another 'shooting fish in a barrel' type of skater. Hard to get a bad shot.

Outtake from our SOTY Oz trip.

Rune pulls the chute mid-twist. Press had a field day.

Did you know Thrasher invented the one-frame sequence. No shit. Ask an old guy.

Win some, you lose some. Live life like Vincent on that chair and you'll always be a winner. Thanks for all the good times, bros.