The day before these two left for France to compete in the Quiksilver Pro they came by What Youth and hung out. Kolohe dropped off some film and Dane was here to work on art direction for Issue Two, and they both ended up staying for the day.
Dane brought all his dogs — Boogie, Truffle and Pam — which made everyone happy. We spent most of the day making not-boring art with glue sticks and glitter because it was so hot outside. Kolohe tagged an entire issue of our magazine by doing dick drawings on most of the pages, plus other assorted bad boy commentary that we’d probably catch shit for if anyone saw it.
Then the ladies who run the wine bar next-door saw Dane skating in the parking lot and asked him to sign some stuff, which he did gladly. We sipped Coors Light with Die Antwoord blasting on repeat through the warehouse. It was not irie. Ever listen to them? Holy shit, they’re incredibly annoying and odd enough to be really rad. We blame Napkin Apocalypse for exposing us to that and the strange anxious joy it induces.
The sun put on quite a performance at dusk and we sat in the parking lot to watch. It was one of those cloudy, humid evenings that make the sky produce hot oranges — so it’s worth enjoying. We remained there on the pavement, drinking beers, talking shit, and dirtying our feet trying barefoot shuv-its until dark.
Dane and Kolohe are both now in France, dropping 10s and come-from-behind wins on the ASP World Tour circuit like champions. Kolohe even texted today and said: “Bad boy crew. Squeaking it and shit. So stoked,” because he beat Taj with less than a minute to go.
If you want that issue Kolohe tagged up, email us at email@example.com to explain why you should have it and we’ll send it to you. Just be entertaining. Boring emails always lose.
Update 10/4: The recipient of Kolohe’s graffiti issue was chosen on Friday. She hand-wrote us a great letter, then scanned and emailed it. Score one for the dying arts of handwriting and postal correspondence.