Spring’s creeping in, and Nightwood just dropped a deck so sick it might need a doctor. To honor our four-wheeled warlock, we unleashed Maik Grüner with nothing but a melting pencil and a brain full of beautifully deranged ideas. The result? A graphic straight outta the Le Boulanger d’Eeklo playbook—a nod to that 17th-century Flemish fever dream where the cure for madness was simple: off with their heads, into the oven, and back out good as new! Meanwhile, a lonely cabbage kept the body company, just in case things went sideways. And who better to ride shotgun in this surrealist nightmare than Mulgi mees—Estonia’s legendary matchbox mascot, a symbol of old-school design burned into the national psyche? Usually, he’s just...
The Pool exhibition at Aalto2, (Alvar Aallon katu 7, Jyväskylä, Finland) is like a cosmic collision of worlds—open until September 15th. It smashes Alvar Aalto’s architectural genius into the gritty, rebellious worlds of skateboarding, rap, and hip-hop. Imagine the wild marriage of Aalto’s clean lines with the rough edges of international skateboarding culture—sounds crazy, right? But that's exactly what's happening here.Three skateboarding exhibitions orbit around Aalto’s iconic Villa Mairea pool—yes, the kidney-shaped one. This design didn't just make waves in architecture; it seeped into the veins of skateboarding culture worldwide. And there’s more. The exhibition throws you headfirst into the deep end of Finnish rap history, showing how Central Finland, of all places, helped shape hip-hop into the beast it...
Marcelo Jiménez, Boneless. The Simple Session contest dropped a bombshell, unveiling the all-new Tartu’s Tähtvere Skatepark, and let me tell you, it’s a savage beast of concrete ecstasy. They cracked open the gates during the festival, and man, when the job’s done this perfectly, you let your four urethane do the talking. This isn’t just a skatepark; it’s a shrine to speed, a temple of terror for your trucks. The bowl? It’s an endless jungle of lines, just begging you to grind until your trucks scream for mercy. Smooth as butter, you’ll glide for days, riding the long ones with a grin that’ll split your face. No crap coping, no wobbly hips, no loose gravel ruining your flow—this is the...