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| Zoo piece by Eli Morgan Gessner |
I recently got to nerd out on all things skateboarding and graffiti with self-proclaimed nerd, Eli Morgan Gessner. From hanging with TC5, to getting the Soul Artists' blessing to use the Zoo York name, we covered a lot of NYC skate & graffiti history.
What did you get into first, skating or graffiti?
My
relationship with both skateboarding and graffiti is like this: I was
never like, "I want to be a skateboarder" or "I want to write graffiti".
They both just came into my life at different times. I was a crazy kid
in New York City playing roof tag and climbing trees in Central Park and
riding on top of subway cars. Just doing daredevil stuff.
I
was aware of graffiti. My dad was the dean of kinetic arts at the
School of Visual Arts. When graffiti first started showing up on the
subways, in the mid/late '70s, nobody knew how it got there. And not
knowing anyone who wrote graffiti, it was magical to see. So my dad and I
would look at it and the colors and cartoon characters and the scale
and think, "How did they pull this off?" My dad thought they must sit
and wait for the train and do the piece little by little, and catch it
every time it goes around the loop. He thought it ran on a loop, like a
Christmas tree train. It was definitely cool, but I didn't know anybody
who was into it.
So like I said, my dad was a dean of arts,
my uncle was a famous playwright, my mom was an art director and all our
friends were artists or teachers. So I made art with all the kids I
grew up with. All I did was just draw draw draw. I probably have some
kind of ADHD or something, but back in the '70s all they had was the
short bus and Special Ed. So once the teachers got to know me, they
would just let me draw. They must have had a note, "this kid likes to
draw," and just afforded me passing grades. But through that, the older
kids who wrote graffiti would approach me and ask me to draw stuff for
them. Dragons, Spider Man, bugged out dinosaurs - pretty much just
characters. I didn't understand how to draw letters.
Did you ever see any of your characters on a train or a wall?
I'm
not going to say any names, but... You know how you give piece books to
friends? Well I know I gave people piece books that I had pieces in and
then would see a character on a train that was mine. And I'm like, "are
you kidding me!" And I know who it was. But I don't want to make it
sound like that happened a lot, because it didn't. It was a rare event.
So that's
where my world was. I was blessed and cursed to be an artist. I never
had a say. When you're a kid, you're like, "I can be an astronaut or
president of the United States." I knew I could not be an astronaut, I
knew I could not be president of the United States; I couldn't be a
lawyer or a doctor. I get to draw. Which I'm totally OK with.
The
real kind of like "Oh shit" moment for me was (still pre skateboarding)
when I was going to Alexander Robertson on 95th and Central Park West.
There was a kid in my class whose name was Chris Green. He lived in the West Gate
projects and we would hang out. I went to his apartment one day after
school and walked into the bedroom he shared with his brother. Above his
brother's bed were all these graffiti photos. At this time, there was
still no Subway Art and I had never seen anyone take a panoramic
picture. So, over the bed there were these twelve-inch long, full-car
photos taped together and stuck to the wall. I was like, "What is
this?!" And Chris said, "Oh my brother is a famous graffiti writer. He
writes Doze." Then he opens up the closet and there's all this spray
paint. It was weird to see that. It was like seeing behind the magic;
like backstage. I was seeing stuff that the general populous didn't get
to see. I was like, "How does he afford all this paint?!" Not realizing
it was all stolen. And, "Who came up with the idea to take multiple
pictures to make a panorama?" That alone blew me away because I never
thought of doing something like that.
Then, around the same
time, there was a shop called Wings, on Broadway and 93rd. This was
probably '80/'81. (I started skating in late '82). In the window of
Wings, they had airbrushed graffiti t-shirts. Chris took me there to
meet Doze. All the TC5 guys were there airbrushing t-shirts: Doc, Beam,
Seen (black Seen), and other TC5 guys. I lived a block away, so I would
just go and hang out with them. I was this annoying, weird, little white
kid with glasses hanging out with these black/Dominican/Puerto Rican
grown men. They tolerated me. But they also would teach me things and
they liked that I could draw. I was like, "This is what I'm going to do.
I'm gonna get into the graffiti thing." But I still hadn't been to a
train yard. I had been to the ghost station and the layups a couple of
times. I was just street bombing around Riverside Park at night writing
"Nost". And they would call me toasty Nosty. I was around 10 or 11
years old and still not skateboarding. But I have no idea how I got my
tag, and I never liked it. I learned to write it OK, but I did not have a
good hand style and I was always ashamed of that. I could do dope wild
style pieces, but I had no hand style. I really loved Zephyr's tag. But I
aspired to do stuff like Dondi's chisel tip hand styles.
There
was this graffiti writer Midas who I had seen in the Upper West Side.
On my block was a movie theater called The Thalia. They showed rerun
movies. I couldn't leave my block, so I would just end up hanging out at
the movie theater or Wings. One day I went to The Thalia and there's a
new employee. This calm, well spoken, black kid. I saw him drawing and I
was like, "oh you write graffiti." He said yeah. Then he went into his
wallet and took out a piece of paper that was folded up into a square.
Back then everyone had piece books or a graffiti jacket and it was real
aggressive and hostile. Midas' style was more like chess. He hands me
the square and I unfold it. It was a full color with splatter paint
stars airbrushed graffiti piece that said "Midas". On a piece of lined
paper with holes in it! The psychological implications were devastating.
This guy put all this work onto a piece of loose leaf paper?! Then
folded it up and kept it in his wallet?! Anyone else would have framed
it! So I was really intrigued with him. And it didn't matter to me if I
saw you up a lot if I didn't like what you were doing. Or, inversely,
someone tried to do a tag or piece and I loved it and it would stick
with me forever. The psychology behind the art was always more
compelling to me. I didn't even like the idea of writing the same name
over and over. I really felt like I was alone in that. When I would go
out writing with other kids, I'd sometimes write another name and they'd
all get mad at me like, "what are you doing?!" I'd say, "I don't want
to write an N today, I want to write an R."
So
I meet Midas, and he had a skateboard. He was a graffiti writer who
skateboarded. He was from the UWS, so I assume he got into skating
because of the Zoo York crew/Soul Artists guys. The original graffiti
writing skateboarders. Midas had a real skateboard from a skateshop. I
even think it was a Steve Olson. So I tried his board, but I was riding
it laying down on my belly. The Thalia is on a hill, so I'm belly
bombing this hill. And they were all, "No! You gotta learn how to
skate!" So they'd send me down this hill. But I was like, "I'm going to
go too fast." He taught me to go at an angle across the street to go
slower. Zig zagging, back and forth, curb to curb. Not bombing the hill
straight. Then he showed me how to do grinds off this little ledge.
Midas ended up meeting this guy Ben Alvarez, who was a real hardcore
skater. Midas just skated around and maybe did bonelesses and
powerslides, but Ben was doing frontside ollies out of curb cuts and
maybe even doing street plants. I was like, "these are my people." So I
went to my mom, and I was like, "I need to get a skateboard."
At
the same time, I was going to a private school named York Prep. While I
was there, I befriended a kid named Nicky Carlson, this rich kid from
the Upper East Side. His dad was a stockbroker, and his mom was the
beauty editor for Harper's Bazaar magazine. He had a skateboard, but it
was a Variflex or some shitty skateboard. He hated the graphic and was
embarrassed by it. So I said I could paint him a graphic because I can
draw graffiti. So I wrote his name - Nicky - and I drew a bunny rabbit
doing a frontside air with a machine gun. Now he didn't feel bad about
having a shitty skateboard because it had a cool graphic. So he went to
Dream Wheels, a skate shop on Mercer Street right off 8th Street. At the
time, I didn't even know skateshops existed. I just thought you bought
them from the back of Thrasher. So Nicky called me up to tell me about
going to Dream Wheels, and he said they loved my graphic (bunny w/
machine gun). They were passing it around and no one could believe a guy
my age (12 years old) could draw something like that. So all the
planets aligned: I was like, "Mom! There's a skateshop. They know me and
my reputation. I got my money. Let's go get me a skateboard." My mom
said she will meet me after work. So I went after school, and I'm
waiting for my mom to come around 5:30. The shop was off 8th St., and I
knew 8th St. well. I was like an 8th St. kid. But I never knew there was
a skateshop there. I'm looking around, and I see a skater walk into a
shop, and I'm like I guess that's where the skateshop must be. I get to
the shop and on the window is a graffiti piece of a skateboard demon
monster face painted on the glass. I was completely blown away by the
idea of painting on glass. I walk into the shop dumbfounded like, "How
did that... who did that?!" They said, "The best skateboarder in NYC:
Ian Frahm. He writes Thor IBM." I was like I know the tag, but I didn't
know he skateboarded. Then I was like, "Do you remember a kid that came
in and he had a board with a rabbit and a machine gun?" They were like,
"Oh yeah." I said I drew that. They all started laughing and saying,
"Bullshit man!" I was like, "You want to see some more art?" And I go
into my wallet and I take out a little paper square. Which I learned
from Midas. As soon as they saw that, everyone at the skateshop was so
sweet to me.
So
then the skate crew showed up. It was Bruno Musso and Ian Frahm and
Bosco Money and Weasel; all the instrumental 1980s skaters came through,
and it was my first time seeing a gang of skaters. It was one of the
most formative days of my life. So Ian walks into the shop, and he was
more punk rock. He had a flannel shirt that was just dirty. But looking
back now, it was probably because he was writing graffiti in tunnels.
Everyone is like, "This is Ian; Thor!" Then they tell him that I'm the
kid that did the drawing, as they hand it to him. I could tell he was
impressed, but he dismissed me. And he did that because I was a toy. And
I was a toy. And I am probably to this day a toy. So Ian says, "It's
cool, whatever." Then I point to the drawing on the window and say how
amazing it is. Ian says, "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I'm going skating." Then
he kicks the door open, holds his board over his head like Conan’s
sword, and does a bomb drop. I was thinking, fuck this kid! I was so
mad. He was really mean to me and publicly shamed me. Even the guys at
the shop were like, "He didn't have to be like that to you." After that I
was like, I'm gonna get good at skating and show this guy! I really
believe that. That sometimes you MUST have some kind of enemy, even if
it's a frenemy. Whether it's sports, arts, politics - you need the
other. That's how you get better; you outdo one another. That's the
basis of graffiti writing: to burn. That's the basis of winning a
skateboard contest (although we all know that's kind of bullshit). But
you can be like, "Fuck this guy... I'm gonna get a full page picture in
Thrasher." At least for me, I grew up in a competition-based thing. Most
artists that I meet are unilaterally on some hippy dippy shit, like,
"It's an expression of who I am." I'm like, "Invalid! I don't care."
Unless it's a transcendence of your existence. But if it's a
representation of who you are, I don't give a fuck. I like the
craftsmanship and the rules and the limitations. You need to achieve
this within this limitation. That's where the true essence of anything
that is stylish or good comes from. Because of social media, I think
this whole inclusive "it's an expression of who I am" thing is where we
are currently. And it might suck, but for reasons beyond our control,
the algorithm picks it up and this person finds success. You know who is
a really good example? I don't know the guy, but what I know of his
music, I dislike, as well as his personality, is DJ Khaled. He's a radio
DJ from Miami. He started putting out records and making hits. Just
yelling "DJ Khaled" throughout the track. I'm like, "Is he a producer?
No, He made this beat? No. IS he the rapper? No." And I'm like - How did
this guy get to this position? How did a person who is incapable of
doing the art get to the point where superior artists are working with
him? So the story goes: he was on his jet ski livestreaming and ran out
of gas as the sun was going down. He's freaking out, "You guys gotta
help me! I’m gonna die out here." And the internet went crazy, "DJ
Khaled is going to die!" He gets rescued and that's what made him
famous. That somehow validates him as an artist.
It's like
this mess (Eli points to a Wombat scribble on a wall), who is this?
Wombat, right? Antistyle - I don't believe in it. If Wombat was doing
whole-car style burners in the traditional sense, then decided to
do scribbles, then that's different. Take Picasso or Lichtenstein.
Before Picasso's cubism, he had a decade of painting photo-realistic
portraits. Lichtenstein was an amazing landscape painter, but the
concept was, "I'm making a comment on our society, even though I can
paint a perfect oil painting landscape, I'm choosing to do a detailed
comic book strip and force you into an art gallery and look at this."
There's a concept behind that. There's no concept behind anti-style.
It's completely surface. It's "this is what I'm selling, if you're
buying, great." I don't know who's buying it... I remember when we had
the Shut skate shop, one of the guys who worked there was listening to
mumble rap or trap rap. I said, "I don't get it. Help me understand why
you like it." Now, if my grandfather asked me why I liked Punk Rock or
Hip Hop, I could spend hours telling him the reasons. But this kid was
like, "I don't know. It's just fresh! It's dope!" So now when I see kids
and ask them what they're into and why, they're like, "I don't know."
So if they don't know, who does? How can you not describe or understand
why you like something? They are ships lost at sea.
So after
they put my skateboard together, the Dream Wheels guys took me skating
down at Washington Square Park. From there, I started skating. You had a
skateboard and it was a signal that you were a skater. And that first
year or two of skating was when I was like, I'm giving up on graffiti.
It was really the TC5 guys. I had high hopes that Doc - who I love; he's
one of my favorite artists - Doc and Beam and them are gonna take me to
the train yards and show me how it works. I thought I was going to be
their apprentice. But right when I got into skateboarding, the city
started cracking down on graffiti and there was the Ball Buster Crew. I
got shot at twice while writing graffiti. It was heavy! Gangs of kids
would come into Wings like, "What do you fuckin' write"! It was violent,
and I didn't want any of that. But also at that time, Doc said very
clearly, "We are not writing any more graffiti after 1985." I was like,
"What are you talking about?" The TC5 guys were like, "You don't get it
because you're young. But when we were your age, we would just steal
paint, grab a beer, and walk right into the yards and paint all day. No
one bothered you. Now, it's just so difficult." I was like, I'm not
ready to get into a fight over graffiti. I figured, if I'm going to get
hurt, I'm going to hurt myself. I think that's what I liked about
skateboarding - it put my potential pain in MY hands. If I fall, it's my
fault and I can make corrections. Whereas, you're writing graffiti and
you think you've plotted it all out, and you miss something and you get
fucked up. Having said that, I got arrested a bunch for writing
graffiti. I think that my personality type wasn't suited for graffiti in
the sense that I was kind of reckless. Or maybe not reckless enough?
Reas and Ghost and those guys were way crazier than I ever was, but they
somehow just kept going. So I was like, I can't get arrested anymore,
so I'm just going to skateboard. The graffiti aspect for me, when I got
into skateboarding ('83/'84), was like a NYC stamp of approval.
Late
high school, I was writing graffiti, but just for fun. I was a
sponsored skateboarder at this point. I was still friends with Arson and
Reas and Mesh and Chisel and those guys. I remember going to the subway
tunnels with them, and these guys would get fucked up and were just
wasted writing on the train freestyling it. I felt like a spy in the
House of Love. These guys are real graffiti writers and this is what
it's about.
I suppose that if you are a great
graffiti writer, your sense of self and value comes from getting up and
name recognition from other graffiti writers. I didn't care about that. I
didn't care if you knew who I was. I got more of a thrill from going
out and doing tricks. One night, in Washington Square Park, Ian Frahm
and I were learning how to do ollies over a skateboard on its side. We
had no money, but Ian wanted beer money. So he convinced us to go to
Bleecker Street and do inverts for change. It worked! It was like a
break dancing circle! I had been practicing ollieing by myself, so I
knew I could do it over a board. Ian was the HoHo master. So Ian says to
the crowd, "I'm going to magically levitate my skateboard over this
other board." He tries, but keeps messing up and hitting the board. I'm
like, "Let me do it." I ollie the board and the crowd goes wild! This
drunk blonde guido lady gave me five bucks and was like, "How did you do
that? That's amazing!” A single ollie. Ian got so mad he took my money!
He's like, "That's mine!" And he goes and buys a six pack and I think I
got a Gatorade.
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| An inverted Eli. Photo: Stana Weisburd |
Jumping ahead, me and Beasely
were skating a lot, but Beasely was more into writing graffiti than I
was. We started going out to nightclubs. Payday was an early hip hop
party, and Jeremy Henderson convinced them to build, not a halfpipe, but
two quarter pipes on a stage at the club. Me and Beasley would go and
skate there. Through all that, we ended up working at Mars (on West 13th
and the West Side Highway) as party promoters. We used to go to the
club during the day while we were skating around there. One day we
discovered a supply closet full of spray paint, and some kind of polish
with fat caps which no one knew how to get. So we took all the fat caps.
After that I remember being in one of the offices and the boss was
like, "Someone stole all the caps off of the cleaning supplies!" And we
were like, "Oh fuck!"
Then we'd go skate with our paint and the fat
caps, and during that time, Beasely (Beasley 79) was up all over
downtown. At that point, I wasn't going back to my original tag. So I'd
write dumb shit and make joke tags. Like "The Frog" or "Liar"; it was
always something silly. That said, we would bomb! That was when I got
back into graffiti for a bit. A little after that, after Mars, we
started Phat Farm. I was working with Alyasha (Alyasha Owerka-Moor). Aly
is a great artist, and he has the one thing I never had, which is hand
style (Relax BYI). I love his hand style. When we were at Phat Farm, I'd
look at Aly's stuff, and his hand style was so good and mine was shit! I
was doing more of the computer graphics stuff, but that's when I
decided to improve my hand style. I want to learn how to write like
Dondi. So I made a conscious effort and started getting better at it.
Around the same time, Rodney and Bruno ended Shut. Soon after, Rodney
told me he was starting a new skateboard company called Zoo York.
Were the Soul Artists guys cool with Rodney using the name?
When
I was a kid, I grew up right there with the Soul Artists. Futura's
first girlfriend was my mom's pilates instructor. As a little little kid
in the 70's I'd see them all skate at the Outlaw Ramp in Riverside
Park, and I thought it was the circus; it was that foreign to me. That
said, graffiti was even more foreign. I'm not trying to say I was down
with them back then, I was a child, but I was aware of all of them. In
the 1980s when I was skating with Ian Frahm and those guys, you'd see Zoo
York, not as a tag but as a cross (like Dog Town) on everyone's
griptape and sneakers. It was a skate thing; it wasn't a graffiti thing.
This all goes back to the 70's. There was the Soul Artists graffiti
crew: Futura, Haze, and so on. They all skated but were graffiti
writers. Then there was the crew that were more into skateboarding: Andy
Kessler, Puppet Head, Papo, and other guys. They were the Soul Artists
of Zoo York. But the Zoo York crew were the skaters. Kind of like the
Dog Town of the East Coast. They have really amazing stories, like Haze
meeting up with Tony Alva when they came here in the 1970's, and Haze is
also friends with Hosoi from back in the day. I even skated for Hosoi’s
wheels back then. Rockets. So when Rodney was like, "I'm going to do
Zoo York," I had already done one or two Zoo York boards for Shut. So
Rodney approaches Futura about using the Zoo York name, and Futura says
you have to talk to Mark Edmonds. So a phone call was set up and Rodney
got the blessing from Mark. At the time, I was friends with Andy
Kessler. He was not in a good place at the time, and so we reached out
to him offering to be a part of this. He said no, he was
done with skateboarding.
We knew we needed
to get a tag for the brand. While I was at Phat Farm, I was copying the
Zephyr tag. So I decided to make the Zephyr tag into the Zoo York tag.
Except, I'm not Zephyr. I don't have that hand style. I tried so hard,
every way you could think: with markers and mops and spray paint. In
hindsight I probably would have been better off trying to find him and
being like, "Can you write Zoo York for me?" The reason why Zephyr is so
dope is because of how the letters work together. Other skaters were
bringing artwork, like Zoo York pieces and tags, and it all looked like
trash. So I went into a meditative state trying to improve my hand
style. Like hours and hours just writing "Zoo York". Now, after all
that, I have some modicum of notable hand style and when people ask me
to do their tag for them, I'm happy to. In some ways, I'm a serious toy.
I think Sacha Jenkins said, "I'm a really good graffiti writer and I
can skate, but I never got sponsored." I'm the reverse. I did get
sponsored for skating, but I never went all city. I'm even nervous just
doing this interview, because the success of Zoo York and the tag has
put unwanted focus on me. I'm telling you, I didn't get dope hand style
until I was thirty. Now I'm lucky that I have my own system of writing
graffiti.
Who did you look up to when you first got into skating?
The
guys in NYC who could skate. Ian Frahm, Ben Alavarez, Bruno Musso.
There were no NYC videos or magazines so you just joked the local
rippers. And obviously Gonz, Natas, and Tommy Guerro. Street pioneers.
Who did you look up to in graffiti?
Doze,
but not even just graffiti, but in art in general. Going into his
bedroom, without his knowledge, just influenced me so much. Then hanging
out with all the TC5 guys. Midas is one of the greatest graffiti
writers no one knows about. I did see him up and I think he did some
cars, but he's not remembered. He's a musician, too. I think he left NY
to pursue jazz guitar. I really love Reas and Ghost. And then I’ve
always been impressed with just the sheer scope of JA "whoa JA is up out
here in Nebraska?!” Funny story - Me and Jeff Pang and some surfers
were driving through Baja Mexico in the middle of the desert on a surf
trip. We pulled over at a pile of giant boulders to eat lunch and there
was a giant Twist ’screw’ and tag on the rocks. In the middle of the
desert. Crazy.
In my
interview with Hour KRT, he mentions meeting you at Union Square and you
inviting him and Akira down to Zoo the next day. Sound familiar?
I
don't remember that. But I know the spot and I know those guys, and that's how it happened: they were skating well and you can tell when
people are putting the time in and they deserve it. But when Zoo got
really big and everyone wanted to skate for us, we'd get stacks of
sponsor me tapes and we'd have whole team meetings. It was like Animal
House when they were choosing people to join the frat. We'd be real
mean, like "get this shit out of here!" But when we'd see a good tape,
Jeff would be like, "he better be 13!" Then we find out he's 17, and
we're like, "he's too old!"
In
skating, it's not cool to film at skateparks; in graffiti, legal walls
aren't cool. What do you think of these "rules" in each subculture?
I
am someone who has watched it all occur. There was a point in my life
where I had access to a video camera, so I was filming skating and hip
hop as it was occuring around me, and nobody was happy about it. The
skaters accepted it a little more than the hip hop people. Filming
skating in the 80's was just bizarre. Nowadays, you can go out by
yourself and film yourself skating a handrail. As long as your iPhone is
filming, you're good. Back in the day, you had to get somebody to film.
Or, like two or more people to witness it. For example, I was the first
person to ollie the Met steps (Metropolitan Museum of Art). On that
day, I said to my friends, "I need you guys to watch." I did it, and it
wasn't on film. But the next day I went to Washington Square Park and
everyone was like, "yo you ollied the Met steps!" But if I had asked
someone to shoot a photo or film it, they'd be like, "What? you're not
doing this for real! You're doing this for image!" Nowadays, no one
goes skating without a camera. Like as if it doesn't count if you didn't
film it. I would argue that it counts more if it wasn't filmed.
On the graffiti flip flop of that, somebody sent me a really well edited
Tik Tok of a girl graffiti writer interacting with the camera, doing
little dances, it's all chopped up, and then she does a graffiti piece.
My friend who sent it asked what I thought of it. I said, "You're not
showing me a graffiti piece; you're showing me a performance art piece."
The girl was more concerned with what the camera saw of her doing this
experience. It's almost like her graffiti piece is a victim of her
desire to be famous. It kills the magic. The true greatness of graffiti
is how did it happen? It's Tuesday night, the sun goes down, people go to bed, and they get up the next morning and there's a full car! Who
did it? How did they do it? That's the magic. Speaking of, I actually
hold magicians in the highest regard. And I think they should exist
somewhere in this venn diagram, because it's like Midas taking out the
folded piece of paper. A magician doing a trick in front of you... he
didn't just learn that. You're witnessing an action that's been
practiced and labored over for decades. But at the same time, I feel
that the best artists of nowadays don't get the love of the "most liked"
on Instagram and there's something really dangerous about that. But I
think in skateboarding, if you're a really good skater today, you'll get
the props, and you don't have to win X Games or whatever to get those
props.
What is it about these two subcultures that they attract a lot of the same people?
I
read an article recently about how big finance destroyed skateboarding
and surfing by basically taking something that was essentially a big
"fuck you" to society and scraped it for parts. The author was trying to
make the point that capitalism is more brutal than skateboarding or
graffiti. But, yeah, that's why it is: if you're a skater, you're
probably somewhat predispositioned to finding comfort in stressful
situations. I love it. I got into surfing because it was a new way to
almost die. Now I've gotten into (NYPD and the FAA are aware) flying
drones around the city. It's stressful: sweaty palms and almost hitting
buildings. One wrong move and this giant hunk of plastic is gonna kill
somebody! I think that's what it is. I think skaters and graffiti
writers are the same person in that way. Skaters are extroverts;
graffiti writers are introverts. By nature, graffiti writers are sneaky
and want to do something loud, but they're not going to do it with eyes
on them. Whereas skaters are like, "watch me jump these stairs!" The
skater is welcoming the world to witness his defiant act, while the
graffiti writer is not inviting the world to witness the act, but the
world can see the result and the result will speak for them.
Back
in the 80's and 90's, skating and graffiti weren't accepted by the
mainstream. Nowadays they are a lot more so. How do you think this warm
welcome from the masses has changed these subcultures?
I
am complicit in destroying the thing that I love. I didn't know what
that was until it was gone. I thought that skating and graffiti and
surfing were all was so pure and awesome, and by sharing them with the
world, what could go wrong? And what went wrong was gatekeeping and
hierarchy was lost. When I got into writing graffiti, I had to humbly
hang at the feet of the TC5 guys. The first time I went to the Banks, I
had to make sure I was OK to skate there and I wasn't going to get
punched in the face. It's because of the way society went with
participation awards and inclusivity and "express yourself" - you're
basically inviting an orgy of amateurs. The suffering to get good at
something until you're accepted is gone. I went to the reopening of the
Banks and it was a catastrophe. None of the skaters knew each other. You
can see who's good, but the kids who are good are subjected to the
ineptitude of enthusiastic amateurs. Whereas in the 80's and 90's, if
you showed up at the Banks and the Shut team was skating, you sat down
and watched and learned. But now it's like "skating is for me and
everyone is invited." Too much inclusivity; inclusivity to the point of
destroying the thing you love. A graffiti example is Five Points.
Everyone who got up at Five Points was knowledgeable enough and skillful
enough to know the right people to get a spot there to paint. If Five
Points was still around today, it would just be Wombats and worse,
because there would be no one there to tell them, "the only reason you
are here is because of us, and you can't do that." That's gone. That is
what I'm culpable in, because I was selling it. But my heart was in the
right place. But then, do I want a world where there's 30 mean skaters
guarding the Banks, or do I want a NYC where everyone skates and there
are skateparks everywhere? I want the latter. What we have now is
better. But I will miss how I had it. I would like to think that I am
evolved enough as a person to accept that the things that upset me are
insignificant to the benefit that skateboarding and graffiti have
delivered to our society.
Last question: will you hit my book?
Yes!








