Thrasher Magazine

Early call time with Hugo the make-up artist. 

Cody was as still as a statue.

Cooking it in. 

Ewan tests out the pedestal. Editor of the Year, maybe! 

Oh yeah, Cody was going in full-body. 

T-shirt: model's own. 

Half Cabs, of course. 

Ha-hah!

Lacquering the final layer. 

The hat really tied it all together. 

Yep!





Can't thank you enough for this, Codebreaker!

Uncanny!

Wow! 

Finally, back in his natural habitat – the streets!



Planning out the shots. 



I love this one. 

Barnstorming H-Wood Blvd. 

Man of Steel, huh?



Rusty, rollin' the fuck through!





Amazing. 

Offsides for the big reaction shot. 

Pretty sure we surprised him though.  

Yes!

Caution: hugs ahead!


Is Rowley wiping away a gangster's tear?

So proud. 

Mom was even prouder. 



So stoke, dude! 



Dill can take it from here. 

'I thought they made a statue!'

Metallic makeup in the eyeballs or not, Cody was ready to shred. 

Totally unnerving. 

Keep trippin' on it. 

Dill flexes some air time.

Dreaming of driving home for a shower. Thanks for sticking it out, Cody. 

AVE's grandma made it!

Of course there was cake!

Del Taco, too! And ice cream. 

'Are those tacos for everyone?'

Couple college professors wandered in. 

'I knew he was gonna get it too!'

Get that corner piece!

Legend mash-up. Thanks for letting us use your park again Guy!



Dylan, AA and Sherb. Tight, tight. 

Jimi and Dave battling over whose bottled water is less plasticy. 

Dressen coulda been SOTY if we'd had our shit together in '88. 

Footage dump in the lounge. 

Dill – gaga for the fit of our hats. I know, right?!

Who's down with the mag?

Since at least '86. 

Not bad, Propellerheads. 

Really nice. Thanks you guys!