La la la...

"One of those fucking awful black days when nothing is pleasing and everything that happens is an excuse for anger. An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armour. These are the days when I hate the world, hate the rich, hate the happy, hate the complacent, the TV watchers, beer drinkers, the satisfied ones. Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things and then I hate myself for realising that. There's no preventative, directive or safe approach for living. We each know our own fate. We know from our youth how to be treated, how we'll be received, how we shall end. These things don't change. You can change your clothes, change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents but sooner or later your own self will always catch up. Always it waits in the wings. Ideas swirl but don't stick. They appear but then run off like rain on the windshield. One of those rainy day car rides my head implodes, the atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull. Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold. Walls of grey. Nothing good on the radio. Not a thought in my head."

We Explore

Today I embarked on a quest to find new, uncrowded, surf spots to the north with a solid crew of friends. Our mission started with a surf at Derrs, which left alot to be desired as the waves were few and far between. Since my bike was giving me grief with the engine not starting, I jumped in with Kristian and Jamie in one of the many Hilux's in our convoy, which included Golly, Lachy, Shockers and Skat.

This guy came so close to rolling. His girlfriend in the passenger seat just about had a panic attack. This picture shows the Cruiser suspended on three wheels. We had to pull him back upright, which gave me enough time to take a snap or two.

Kristian almost made it...

In the end, it was a decent day, after twelve hours of committment and having discovered a possible reef break that may be worth revisiting on a different swell and tide. I learnt that you should always hold on when in a car being driven by Kristian and that sometimes reversing over a fence and getting caught on barbed wire and star pickets may not be such a good idea...

Out of Season

"Angus's Pool"

"The Pink Lady"

"The Big Blue" aka "Pipeline"

Pool Skating is in hibernation. As the wintertime brings the waves, it takes our pools. The rains come, and our treasures are lost for a time. Our memories reside at the bottom of a metre of muddy water. Its part of a great cycle, one that forever keeps us searching for new thrills, and keeps us coming back, summer after summer, for the phenomenon that is pool skating.

P.S.

I'll resurect you one day Scarborough, one day.

But for now I'll have to make do with dreaming about the sessions forever engraved in my memory.

Fall of the Portaloo

As you can see, I make a good subject for artists, even if the end result is a little abstract. Today myself and the usual crew enjoyed skaterboardering at Kinross. The evening improved when Kristian took his new 95 Hilux for a tear in a local building site, dismantling much of the newly leveled foundations and ramming a portable toilet until it started to tip over. I guess you could say we left a little surprise for the builders, such vandals we are. Nobody will be using that loo tomorrow, believe me. We know that society has failed us children, if we actually enjoy breaking shit for no real reason other than that of boredom.  

Coast to Coast

Coast to Coast from ben krasevac on Vimeo.

Finally. The little clip has been finnished. Shot on location at Tea Trees and Mullaz. Enjoy.

Memories

Found this photo the other day, shot in Tonga, 2005.  Its Its hard to believe, but I was the same age as the boy pictured when this photo was taken. It seems all those years have past in the blink of an eye.