StrangeLove Skateboards
Kris Markovich / Green / 8.125 Deck
Regular price
$90.00
- Artwork by Sean Cliver
- Signed on top by Kris Markovich
- Manufactured at BBS Mfg.
- Hand-Screened at Screaming Squeegees
- Caveat: Be aware that blemishes and imperfections are an expected and accepted part of the screen-printing process. Each board is screened by hand, one at a time, layer upon layer, making each print unique unto its own—just like snowflakes! That said, sorry, but we will not consent to any returns unless the graphic is determined to be unacceptable at our discretion. Please take this into consideration prior to ordering any screen-printed boards.
- Dimensions: 8.125 x 31.825
- Specs: Nose: 7.0 / Tail: 6.625 / WB: 14.0
- Note: All sales are final. Can't say that any simpler. Unless the product is defective in the wood manufacturing sense, we will not accept any returns—in other words, you bot it, you bought it.
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Product Description: When I grew up skating in Wisconsin, circa 1987, old heads weren't really a thing. And if they were, they were mostly in their mid- to late-twenties, give or take the anomalous dude in his thirties, maybe edging forty, like say a Russ Howell type. Again, I'm talking about guys who didn't hang it up on skateboarding altogether but consistently kept on rolling through the years. But that's the thing. They still mostly just rolled. Or spinned 360s. Throw in a spacewalk, handstand, or some wacky daffy shit. Tony Alva excluded, of course, because pool skating. There were others of similar legendary ilk, Salba and the like, but in the upper midwest we didn't grow up around pools, parks, or any kind of transition. All we cared about was street skating: curbs, ledges, stairs, the occasional architectural bank. Nothing else mattered. What I'm trying to say is, skateboarding—especially street skating—wasn't really something you expected to keep doing the rest of your life. For whatever reason it had an imaginary expiration date once some semblance of adulthood took over the responsible reins of life. This did turn out to be the case for many who fadded out with the Bones Brigade in the late '80s and then flamed out just as fast in the face of cars, girls, jobs, or whatever else came along in the '90s. Even some of those who had attained professional status walked away from it all, something which always confused the shit out of me but to each their own... we all have our unique relationships to skating. But for many others—those who lived, thrived, and loved skateboarding through the '90s—life and skating just went on. And on. And on! Sure, tricks and such would fall away with the passing years, but the idea of stopping was still never an option. Skateboarding wasn't just a lifestyle… it had become the very essence of life itself. So, when you see someone like Kris Markovich, who's still out there everyday giving it his fucking all, charging just as hard as he ever did and leaving admirable skid marks of sweat on the concrete 36 years after turning pro in the early '90s, well fuck. It's pretty damn inspiring. Seriously, hats off, Kris, and much respect. I'm stoked I had a hand in a couple of your graphics back in the day, and it's rad to revive this one under the co-branded StrangeLove and The Skateboard Museum label considering the original probably only saw one run of a couple hundred at most on Prime Skateboards back in the dog years, circa 1995. Cheers! —Cliver
- Warning: Since the dawn of mankind, top stain veneers come in a variety of colors and the one shown here is for display purposes only. In other words, we cannot guarantee a specific color so please be pleasantly surprised with the one you receive and not get all bent and butt-hurt about it.
