Oskar Sikk, 16 years old and full of fire. Don’t let your first impressions deceive you—this kid’s commitment is as solid as a rock and just as relentless. Four years deep into skating, he’s not just fooling around; this young dynamo is primed to tear apart anything in his path. Barge at will! He’s most at home in the streets, hunting down skating spots with the precision of a predator. But don’t be surprised if you find him reigning supreme at his grand oeuvre, at Kari Park, and the now legendary Krulli. Oskar krooked grind on the ledge in Skoone Bastion DIY. Krulli has revolutionized the Tallinn landscape, keeping the young generation skating through the brutal winters. Now, kids are...
Ville Natunen crail slide at Kenneli DIY We roared into Tampere like a pack of deranged lunatics, chasing the ghost of Gonzo himself. This is the sauna capital of the world, the beating heart of the happiest skate community on earth, and damn it, the warmest, most welcoming one too. Finally, the cursed ice has melted, and spring and summer have poked their noses out. The day circled in blood-red on my calendar has arrived: Manserama festival! This year is a grand affair—ten years, ten candles. Time has flown faster than a backside air over the channel, and I’m struggling to catch my breath. Nothing’s changed this year: skating, friends, heavy sessions, hugs, sweat, beer, sauna more hugs — all...
Jaagup Mägi, bs grind. At first glance, the Laagri Bowl is a deceptive mistress—smooth and inviting, like a siren calling you to the deep end. The bowl appears mellow, the kind that lulls you into a false sense of security before the madness begins. You drop in, riding the hip, reveling in the glorious sensation of two pump track bumps. It’s pure ecstasy, until you realize this ride demands more than just enthusiasm. Why not? While at it... You probably won’t pick up extra speed, though. Loose trucks are not just preferable—they're crucial. Henri Berendsen, smith grind. After a lap or two, the urge strikes—a wild backside grind, perhaps a frontside one if you’re feeling particularly unhinged. But brace yourself...
Listen up, you beautiful degenerates, because today we're diving into the sweaty, raw underbelly of music. We're talking about The Picturebooks, a band with their roots so deeply entangled in skateboarding that they probably bleed grip tape and asphalt. Fynn Grabke and Philipp Mirtschink are the dynamic duo ready to slap your eardrums with some of the grittiest Rock 'n' Roll you'll ever hear. Mirtschink, man, he's not just a drummer—he's a goddamn force of nature. His beats don't just come from the roots of Rock 'n' Roll; no, they’re born from the primal rhythms of ancient slaves, echoing through time to pound your soul into submission. When their music hits, it's like a heartbeat coursing through every...
Another year, another Go Skateboarding Day, and the same wild ritual unfolds. The diehards shout, "We skate every damn day!" But let's get one thing straight—we're not in sunny California. Here in Tallinn, a blazing hot evening is a rare blessing, that need a celebration of its own. This year, our hero Johannes Teder, the fearless Nightwood team rider, rallied his crew for an all-out assault on the streets. Joined by the relentless Kristo, the unflinching Rasmus, the towering Michael, and the ever-energetic Kevin, they carved their names into the urban canvas. The evening kicked off in Kalarand, a gritty playground by the sea, before the madness moved to the legendary Skoone Bastion. Here’s a photo recap of the chaos...
