Peanuts Pyromaniac Playground.
Its been a long while since I have hung out with Peanut. There was a time, many many moons ago that we would hang, skate, party, shoot and basically have a hell time, but those times faded as we grew up and drifted every which way but loose. We have always remained mates, although the times we saw each other were few.
We have recently collaborated on a music video of his conception and direction, (the pyro reference will be apparent upon its release) and had a chance to re-live the good old days, sans skateboards, camping out in a remote sand mine in country Australia. Stories were told, plans where hatched, and amongst the fire, smoke, beer and stew we found ourselves right back where we left off.
We got the chance to hang and skate again today and Peanut recounted a story from his move the night before where he threw a box of random stuff out, only to have a bad feeling, peel it all out from under the other rubbish and find a few sheets of old slides I had shot about 16 years earlier with him. Needless to say that the saving of a little piece of history, and the amazing autumn weather made for a great little shred at my local skate bowl.
Peanut the Pyro rides again.