12ozProphet

After a solid month of travel in London and then Paris, I’m having some trouble packaging up the whole trip in a measly paragraph or two. So many new people, so many new spots and adventures and well frankly, so much hash. Here’s a good place to start: meet Dan Ball, or Jagger. I’ve known Dan since the mid-90’s when Chicago had its own golden-era of skateboarding. Shralping the streets and endless marble plaza’s of downtown, we had the best crew back then and really one of the best cities at our fingertips. Hard to believe that was almost 15 years ago. (Fuck Jaggah, we’re old.) This trip to London wouldn’t have been a fraction of what it was had it not been for Mr. Jaggah. Endless laughs, some of the funniest slang and one liners you’ve ever heard, “You’re a bloody waitress… in the sky!” (referring to flight attendants with attitude), the good food spots, daytime pints, signature extra-large Rizzla rolling techniques, good reggae vibes for days… and thats just the scratching the surface of the man that is Mr. Jaggah. Being fresh to London and not knowing shit, Dan had me covered in every way possible and made me feel right at home.

Thanks as well to the rest of the house: Vaughn, who ripped Stockwell skatepark so hard that I just had to sit down and watch. Sergio, for just being a sick dude all around. Juan for endless comedy and laughs. Zaha and Zoe for everything and making us feel at home. And of course, Sanchez (Jagger’s cat) and his little buddy Pablo. While I’m still mentally processing one of the best trips I’ve been on, and more importantly, processing my 35mm film, here are some random phone-cam snaps from the first week of the trip in Brixton. Bloody hell.