Thrasher Magazine

Woke up in the desert on the DGK/Zero tour.




Our love for the haters was as strong as ever.

Classic Zero breakfast.


104-degree hubba check. What? No takers?




Hey!


Rasta Moms, everywhere.




Oh what did you see, my brown-eyed son?


The super fans, lined up in the sun outside of Cowtown for hours.


Rundown of the autograph table: Chief, of course. Pole position.

Cap'n Cole, as Quarterback.


A new face to the autograph circuit - Jonathan Pierce. Wait'll you see his Contents in the new mag. Yowza!


OIAM's Jon Fitzgerald - strong, silent type.


Canucks, sticking together like poutine.


Burman.


The Rockers - Brockman and Hill.


Tommy wasn't trying to make a funny face. This is just the kind of intensity he walks around with.


Intimidating.


Jack Curtin - brand conscious. Nice one.


Chula and National City ain't beefin.' I know. I checked with Lenny.


Veteran autographer, Marcus McBride, with Brazil's Rodrigo Lima.


Tx!


Another newcomer, Derrick Wilson. Remember when he nollie heeled Hollywood 16?


Yeah, that was tight.


Dane Vaughn.


'Quise and Kalis, fightin' the heat Otter Pop style.




Dadd! Last but not least.


Heavy crew. Get them shits on Ebay.


'When does the skating start?'


Under the cover of darkness. And now, strictly for the super fans: demo photos.


Curtin, feelin' it out.


Kickflip wall jammer.


Fakie frontside flip.


Switch frontside flip.


Channel blast.


Covered from all angles.


Classic transitional fortitude.


Switch biggie.


Cab flip.


Switch hardflip.


And then somebody blows out the spot by going up it. Well, Dane, somebody had to do it