Marty Girotto is one of those humans that just oozes the awesome. I used to work at a bar in Melbourne and he would visit me. Everyone else who visited would usually come by me for a hello and a beverage. But not Marty.

Jack Crook has twinkle toes of the next level. Hands for feet so to speak. With a delicate flowful touch he manipulates his shred platform in any which way he desires. We caught up with Crooksy and gasbagged about recent travels in his

From the age of ten Chima Ferguson has been copping mad stares all over the joint. It is not because he has some kind of freaky tick, a funky walk, a triple hair part, nor a designer dog. It is purely because of the magic that happens when he

Joel has no doubt been on the tip of the Queenslander's tongues for quite some time now. Up until this past January I am pretty sure I had heard of him, but I definitely didn't have a face linked to the name. This all changed… overnight.

Earlier in the year I was in Mike D’s driveway in Canberra. We were exiting the car after an epic skate at Charnwood Bowl. Mike was juggling all his gear and locking up the car he got a phone call. I only heard one half of the call but it went something along these lines...

Balanced perspectives come from those who have viewed various worlds from multiple angles. Yes, Steve Gourlay is obviously one of the country's photography elites. Alternately, he can be a tradesman. He also rips on skateboard with a Blender-esque bag of goodness.

Several years ago, in the mid 2000’s, I was on a Premium tour of the eastern seaboard. Luckily for us we had two main weapons for our demos: the high flying terminator of shred Josh Evin (RIP) and the kid with a massive cranium, strange buoyant hair and skills for days. His name was Jack Fardell.