An Interview with Gaz Hunt


This may be a controversial statement, but it might be said that not many people truly enjoy going out and riding. They might enjoy riding spots, or maybe filming a clip – but for many, the actual act of going out for a long day of aimlessly mooching around with only a slim chance of finding something worth riding seems like a painful experience punctuated with various pathetic cries…

“How much further is it?”

“Is this what we’re riding?”

“Should we just go to Nando’s?”

Luckily, Gaz Hunt is not one of these whingers, and seems to thoroughly enjoy scuzzing around the various towns and cities of the North, un-phased by damp pavements and the endless trudge.

Maybe he’s just easily pleased?

With the ink now dry on his magnum opus — a hefty tome of high-action riding shots and David Carson-esque design trimmings by the name of Nowster Issue 5 — here’s an interview with him about photography, classic UK skating and rope-bridge hijinks.

Interview by Sam and Clarky. Photos by Sam.

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From the Archives: Wozzy


From the prehistoric concrete crust of New Zealand to the hallowed streets of New York – Wozzy’s camera has seen much action over the years.

But where did it all begin for Chesterfield’s favourite son? How did the man known to some as Adam Wasylenko become one of England’s most prominent documentarians of bicycle motion?

I’m not too sure if this article answers those questions, but here’s some old gems he found in a dusty old Etnies shoebox from the early days of his photographic odyssey

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An Interview with Joe Williams

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Despite what various sources would have you believe, the once-malnourished carcass of printed media is now both healthy and rosy-cheeked – thanks to a rag-tag band of brave and courageous photographers unfazed by lack of cash or cushty office space.

Joe Williams is one such photographer. Hailing from Devon, he uses time-honoured methods to document the South West scene.

Seeing as we’ve just got a few more copies of his latest zine — Blackblock Issue 3 — now seemed like a decent time to pester him with a few questions…

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An Interview with Cookie


Whilst Cookie might be known to some as one of Britain’s foremost grind-smiths, his adept mastery of the steel stunt-nubbin is just one of the many strings to his bow.

He’s grasped the fine art of egg-poaching, he possesses an encyclopaedic knowledge of the Parisian metro system and he has a wide vocabulary of North East slang seldom heard outside the darkest corners of Sunderland.

As an attempt to lift the lid on this modern-day genius, here’s a very extensive chat with the man himself, covering pretty much every subject we could think of…

Interview by Sam and Clarky, photos by Sam.

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Andrew Mick’s Tape Volume 2

Pieced together with a similar free-jazz flavour as such under-the-radar classics as Skapegoat 6 and What Goes On, Andrew Mick’s Volume Tape 2 is a twenty minute voyage across the lesser-seen portions of the United States, featuring rusty banisters, enviable concrete skateparks, honed skateboarders, scenic mountains, frosty waterfalls, freight trains and dogs leaping down stairs.

Unrestricted by the shackles of individual rider sections and the ‘no skatepark footage’ rule enforced by militant spot bores, the video is a true visual mezze, served with both the flavoursome salad of laid back vibery, and the chunky halloumi cheese of some highly bodacious motions.

Without going into a thorough Roger Ebert style synopsis of the whole video and churning out a comprehensive list of all tricks accomplished, I will say that Animal 1 Brooklyn Banks fence hopper Grimaldo Duran has a couple of clips in there, Ratkid ice-picks someone’s windowsill and someone (presumed to be Eric Schalles) does a very satisfying looking wall-carve.

Andrew himself probably deserves a mention too. Along with some particularly aggressive, puma-esque leaps on some decrepit prehistoric flatbanks and a fair few tetanus-inducing handrail assaults, he also throws in a few left-field curveballs such as the seldom-seen nollie-feeble-hardway and a very dodgy, high-risk leant out icepick on the side of a multi-storey car-park. It should also be noted that whilst he does some fairly bold moves, he does them all in clothes that fit correctly, and there’s no sign of any leopard print blouses or Seinfeld-esque puffy shirts.

What else is there to say? Does it matter that there’s no credits apart from some handwritten names on a sheet of lined paper? Do you care what camera it was filmed on? Is 20 minutes the optimum running time for a video before ‘trick fatigue’ sets in? Where abouts is that massive full-pipe? Are endless questions mildly irritating? Stop reading this waffle and watch the video.

Click here if you want the hard copy.