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Monday, 31 May 2010

Superhero status in our reality.....


Check this out! Jordan Wilcox, one of our favourite up n comin Free runners sent us some pics of his latest stunts out and about his hometown of Cheltenham
At 17 he's well on his way to becoming a champion of his sport, entering regular competitions around the country. We think his style of PHAT!
So what is Freerunning?
Freerunning is a sport which is completed by performing many different movements to get through, under and over obstacles that surround you. They could be walls, drops, bars, rails and virtually anything. And in the last few years it has been brought to the media in many different ways such as adverts, movies, websites, Local media and much more.
Jordan explains how he got into it:
I got into this sport about 5 and a half years ago now when I was about 12. Always as a kid I would jump around the school climbing frames and over bars in local parks and so on but I never knew there was a name for it until I heard the name "Freerunning" and saw how people were throwing themselves in mid air and landing back to their feet on youtube. In the past 5 years I have made many life achievements. One of the achievements I am really proud of is my sponsorships and work i have received from companies. My Main Sponsor is with
Urban Species and I'm proud of that. I train in many places and travel as much as possible going to jams around like London, Bristol or Wales. Freerunning is also very social and can also be used to meet friends and have fun as well as train hard.
More images will be uploaded on our website soon. For video footage I recommend this!

Tuesday, 15 January 2008

If you're gonna do the 80's.......


Words by Paul Aston

So we've finally hit 88mph. The Delorean has left its burning tracks and where are we? The 80's. The goddamn 1980's. Like mirror image Star Trek movies, everyone knows that the only good decades are the odd ones.

"But it's retro" I hear you cry, and so it is. "It's cool, just look at the colours", that too is true. There really are the colours. All the colours of the neon artists bin. I think you're missing the point.

Look at the last great retro revival, the 70's. It kicked off in the 90's when, like the 70's there was a new kind of dance music and new drugs sweeping the nation. That was good, we were riding the wave of chemicals and beats and were looking for a little guidance. The 70's provided that with a loose attitude to sexual morals, a love of booty shaking and no small amount of wicked visuals. It was, as the Dame said, a case of history repeating itself.

So what do we have now that warrants such a fascination with a decade that paradoxically birthed both the businessman and the bankrupt? Is it the culture? Is it the prolific amount of cheap cocaine? Or, like that bad old times? is it that we are so culturally bankrupt we're looking to the US for our cool? And this is the thing, the US is leading the way in comics, movies and TV. Especially TV. If you think about it, the only must watch things, the only things that set you apart from your fiends are the cool shows from the US that you found first. It's the modern day equivalent of the dad who goes to the states on business and brings back a pair of Nike Air Jordan Trannyfuckers for his kid, six months before everyone else gets them.

But, if you want to be trip down memory lane, take a Strawberry double dip, take a Purple Ohm. Wear your baggiest pants, cut your hair into a big fat bowl and get nicely toasted. You see, mercifully, the 80's produced the best thing ever, the so called Second Summer of Love. A time of ground breaking musical and cultural convergence, both indy kids and ravers would find themselves in a field, loved up and creating a scene that so scared the government they passed laws to try and stop it. THAT was proper retro, take the idea of free love and drugs and do it with the street smarts of the new generation.

You see, I'm not just writing this because of the visceral urge I feel to disembowel the 19 year old Nathan in the Frankie Says t-shirt down Brick Lane. I'm writing this because I was fucking there, and I don't want to go back.

You're so close, and if you want to do the 80's. Do them goddamn right.