Skateboarding can lead to a whole bunch of fairly common injuries. From swelbows, to bruised arse cheeks, to split eyebrows, it’s not all that hard to suffer for your art.
(Granted, few suffer quite as much as Harry Lintel when skateboarding made his cock explode, as told in this vomit inducing piece from our pals at SideWalk).
While there are those people who want to push the progression of skateboarding, and in turn make it more dangerous as an accidental by-product of the search for gnarlier tricks, there aren’t many people that simply go out of their way to make skateboarding a shed load scarier just for shits and giggles.
Russian skater Roma Alimov has just dropped an edit (or, as he insists, a “skate-poem”) that doesn’t so much cheat death, as pull death’s pants down, call it a wazzock, and pisses on it’s Christmas presents.
In the moody black and white piece, the skater grinds the edges of train platforms with oncoming locomotives just meters away, airs on narrow ledges – barely wider than his deck – high above busy four lane motorways, arses about on the lips of high roofs and, in a somewhat bizarre – and presumably staged conclusion, gets shot at by security forces.
In terms of piling on the peril, it’s right up there with requesting oral sex from a tiger, voting for the dude from The Apprentice to be your nations leader, or going for a night out in Stoke-on-Trent.
The skating’s undoubtedly tidy, and the added element of danger is, admittedly cool, but we can’t get past the fact it all seems a little like the end of year art project by a angst-ridden sixth form student who’s been told to tidy his bedroom one-too-many times by his mom.
In short, keep the radness, lose the moody art bullshit, please.