StrangeLove
the 2024 year of wood in review
Sean Cliver
And so it has come to this: The annual wrap up of all that we managed to accomplish deck-wise in the year of someone's lord, aka 2024. And I guess what I really meant by "this" was a glaring example of redundancy in action, given the fact the first sentence is just a wordier and less succinct version of the post title. Feel me? Please don't. I'm really not a hugger—all random tree themes aside—but more on that later.
romancing the archives
Sean Cliver
Look, "Raiders of the Lost Archives" had already been formally claimed by Jaime Owens back when he was toiling away over at the shambling zombie husk still somehow known as TransWORLD Skateboarding, so I had to make do with the next best Hollywood bite that came riding in on Indiana's blockbuster coattails. But, in case you had not noticed, we've added a new tab to our remedial Shopify site: ARCHIVE. What is it, you ask? Well, quite honestly, you could have just clicked on it and seen for yourself—it's fairly self-explanatory—but since you're here you might as well just read on. I mean, it's not like life is hurtling toward you with the ominous force of an oncoming car crash or anything, so you may as well just hang out and take a stroll down yet another wordy path with me.
something old and something new
Sean Cliver
I've always admired an artist who can say a lot with just a few lines (much like I can admire a writer who can say more in 25 words than I can in 2000 with a superfluous use of commas and an extreme predilection for parenthetical asides) so today's fireside chat takes place with Winston Tseng, a graphic designer synonymous with such former skate brands as Popwar and Enjoi. However, this interview is not recent; it dates back to 2016 when I was frantically trying to feed the internet beast over at Gorilla Flicks to justify my only reliable monthly paycheck. That said, it can still be found via a semi-quick search in the great Google gyre of digital garbage, but for the sake of cheap and easy promotional fodder to feed our own worldwide beast and support this latest release with Winston, I'm simply regurgitating it here—with bonus content! Just like the miscellaneous contents of a parental bird's stomach.
timergy
Sean Cliver
For the past year and change, Timothy Johnson had been out around the US compiling footage for a video project that never came to be. Nevertheless, everything in the digital bank was finally cut together in double feature fashion with that amassed by his friend Cody Cepeda for a debut on the Berrics. Because I'm a slow learner, I also just realized why the Berrics is often referred to as the "Berries" in certain parts of the worldwideweb—it's an autocorrect thing. No relation to small, pulpy, and often edible fruit whatsoever. Anyway, congratulations Timmy. Smoke 'em if you got 'em!
kicking rocks with max murphy
Sean Cliver
Lately, I've been thinking a lot about the Psychic Eye Book Shop. Why, I'm not sure… my brain is often at odds with everything else I should legitimately be paying attention to—especially so in this turbulent eddy of our current times—and yet here I am reflecting on this ridiculous strip mall store in the South Bay of LA that specialized in anything and everything of a New Age persuasion. What's historically relevant if not funny about this is that I first learned about the business from Rodney Mullen, circa 1991–92, when I started working, aka living, in the World Industries environment. It would be...