Japan-onry, ultra-rimited, super-excrusive corraboration rerease.
Yeah, my recent trip to Japan was definitely on some non-stop skate mission type of shit, but there was all types of other craze happening simultaneously in every direction at all hours of the day and night. There’s a full article about it over at hirollingmedia.com, and there are some serious blog leftovers from the trip on the hirolling blogspot. In fact, there are so many goddamned photos floating around that I took in Japan, how about we just go over a bunch of them right here, right now? Do the damn thing.
Stoopsology.
Clown gear was hella cheap!
I was so stoked on the Sesame Street all over print hoody, I bought every one they had in stock. Oh wait, no I didn’t, I fucking took out a lighter and set them all on fire. I wish.
Hook up your whole kit for peanuts! Miso peanuts in your mouth if you rock shit like this.
It must be rad to not give a fuck like these two.
The illest spot to cop your clown suits and big red shoes.
There’s really no escape, just go with it.
Kiss my size 17 Ronald McDonald red clown shoes.
I would have paid top yen to see this shit live.
Skatepark rules. You can’t read this shit but the illustrations are hot fire.
That’s what you get for riding a bike with no brakes, ya trendy motherfucker. Maybe your messenger bag will break your fall though.
Cool little skatepark rat.
Another one.
Getting into some hi-jinx.
COBRA BIT MY EYE!
All types of herbs.
Get your E-bombs here.
Macho men puff on these.
Hip hop hooligans suck these down like Coca-Cola.
Locals get mad brunted with these.
The be-all, and end-all smokes that you’ll ever need.
Lip my stocking.
Maybe inappropriate, but they don’t know any better over there.
Hey Japan: please keep sending over cute, tanned, bodyboarder chicks with nice asses. Thanks!
Nihon surf spot shredding guide.
This might just be the coolest dude that I ran across the entire time I was there.
I don’t even know how to begin breaking down how fucking ill this guy’s whole steelo is.
COBRA BIT MY EYE AGAIN! I PLAY WRONG TUNE!
I got something for these chicks, it’s not super limited and it definitely ain’t exclusive.
Another live event that I would have killed to people-watch at, regardless of admission price.
THE MOST BALLER SHIT EVER!!!!
Honestly, dudes. Stop it already.
I tawt I taw a fucking retard!
Throw it down, black man! Throw it dowwwwwn!
It’s a sad world after all, it’s a sad, sad, world.
People really rock shit like this.
And not one of them have even a single mirror in their (parent’s) homes.
I skated a super sick pool in this t-shirt, and then I committed hairi-kiri.
These Supreme shirts cost more than my plane ticket over.
Supreme already knows exactly how I feel about them.
These fucking stupid things were 350 dollars each. Total bargain for retards. I would have loved to have ripped one down off of the wall, put griptape on it, slapped on some trucks and wheels, taken it outside the shop, put it down on the sidewalk and then focused it with one mighty Godzilla-like stomp in front of all of the hundreds of non-skateboarding idiots lined up outside for even the mere chance of buying one.
I’d stand in line for this shit, though.
Snacks and Brewsky’s!
Trendy smoke shit.
I got something for you girls to smoke right here.
They were balling in Osaka.
Gotta throw a few skate shots in.
Hiding in the jungle.
Oh, I gets mine. Believe that.
Faster than a speeding bullet.
Cultural drive-by, Kyoto.
Brenda’s been killing the modeling game over there since even before the first time I went to Japan in 1995. Still getting covers! Hawaiians always represent.
They copy all of the good shit over there.
Bonsai real big at the airport.
Sayonara, suckers!