Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Boots with the fur!

I don't like sneakers. I don't own a pair at all. When I "work out" I do it in old riding shoes that are worn half through. I certainly never paid $400 for a pair of sneakers that I have no intention of running in.


Meet the mayor of douche-ville

I found a video this week whilst I was stumbling through the vast depths of youtube and admittedly it's a huge wank. It's actually a massive wank. It's a wank so gigantic that when this dude shouts "skeet skeet mufukka" it rains on the other side of the country. But colossal wank aside it's pretty interesting. This guy sits in his basement and talks about owning shoes that would get you a house deposit almost like it's nothing. I actually didn't even know that there were shoes worth this much money. It's pretty mind bending but not in a pleasant "my sisters are the trees" way. It's more of a "we're really overdue for that rapture" sensation. The fact that there are people strutting around in Nike's here in Australia when they go to get a coffee used to spin me out, now I find out those shoes might be worth a couple of g's!? I don't get paid enough guys.

Future Nike's that don't lace themselves up and a hover board that doesn't hover.

In all seriousness it's an interesting argument; people buy these shoes as a wearable piece of art in a sense (as old mate in the vidya points out). But on the other hand they're paying crazy amounts of money for the thing that goes between you and all the filth of the world. Where you draw the line between reasonable and unreasonable is completely up to you but for me, my $100 pair of Etnies are comfy to ride in, look stylish enough to get me into whatever beer soaked local I'm headed for and if they last a year I'll be stoked.



Call me out if you think I'm wrong and sneaker style is the future or something but in the meantime enjoy the coming weekend my dudes!

(For those who are truly set on demolishing their opinion of humanity you can check the video and attached article HERE)

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Jumper Sale, Junk from the web!

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There are a few Chronic Bone Jumpers on sale on our online store at the moment. Embrace the cold!
Both of em at $35. Click Here! 

As you would expect, Trey Jones new video for cult crew is full of wild gaps, wallrides and original moves! Check this fast paced beast out! Looks like a bunch of great times!



Maybe you're not into rap music. Maybe you are? I was pretty excited to see some new music from Danny Brown. I've always enjoyed his enthusiasm towards partying. Anyway I dig this new track and the video is fuckin dope! (note; he fixed his teeth)




PEACE!

Monday, June 13, 2016

Simmo's Photo Feature 2

A while back I featured a few of Simmo's photo here on CB. He had been shooting on disposable film cameras for some time and had gathered an interesting collection of images. You can squizz that post here.

Since then Simmo has kept up the photo taking and upgraded from disposable to a nice pre-loved Pentax.
Along with the quality of image, Simmo's direction has improved. His documentation of rock climbing trips have become more concise in intention. Giving the viewer (in this case friends on facebook) an eye into an isolated outback Australia, populated by his personal friends antics and leisure. Passing through small towns, waiting on the side of the road for one another and relaxing at the end of the day over a beer, all of these photographs represent a desire for adventure and truly make his online audience crave an outdoor experience. On the other hand. Simmo has managed to take the precious Pentax into the party zone. Bluntly displaying binge drinking, the photographs offer a look into another side of a person who enjoys all good things in life. Candid shots, people showing off, Simmo is immersed in the party program and every one is comfortable with him snagin' a photograph or two knowing that those images will become apart of his online collection. In-turn working towards the same goal of creating some kind of ambition to head outside, and live a little.

Here are a selection of photographs by Simmo



enjoy!

Peace!

Thursday, June 9, 2016

Art School + BMX




Towards the end of last year I had an idea for a project. I had been using projectors at University just to pretty much fuck around and project trippy stuff. While zoning out in a dark room one night I had the idea to combine BMX with my new found love for projecting shit.

After discussing the idea with a few friends it turned into a collaboration with some music students who would make the tunes for the BMX + Projector sex.

In my mind I wanted the projections to be clear and in a white room so I hired out the largest studio at the university.

It all seemed like such a good idea!
Projections, trippy shit, bmx, some beers, great footage, original music.

Pretty much immediately as Jye and Jason arrived at the uni I suddenly relised the problems with two tipsy dudes riding push bikes in the dark around expensive equipment. Lucky nothing that bad happened, besides a foot through a wall and a busted shin.

Jye and Jase did what they could with the small space and we had a good ol time.
The music students didn't come through with the goods after months of waiting and the whole project got put on the back burner. UNTIL NOW finally having some time free I decided to get this shit out!

So here it is!
Sneekin' a coupla pushys into the university for a bit of a goof.
Edited with the ever so popular digital culture aesthetics you find in every new bmx video.






Subvert from Chronic Bone on Vimeo.


Music : Ryan Cheney
Filming: Every one




Cheers to Ryan for the beats and Jye and Jason for being good dudes and having fun on the night!


Have a good weekend!

Monday, June 6, 2016

Unusual Encounters Part 2 and Junk from the Web!

Following up from my Unusual Encounters post, where the main idea is to actively document weird sightings and strange experiences I have for your eyes another image.


This sighting had me particularly shocked.
Whilst out hunting for spots to ride and maybe a cheeky 4by action on the side of the road on an overcast gloomy Sunday, myself and Brenton came across this dumpage of  hypodermic syringes.
We traveled down a very un-kept road. On one side of the road was a large "farmsih" looking property that had horse jumping obstacles for show jumping practice throughout the property. On the other was a one meter high barbed wire fence surrounding what seemed like bush land. When we traveled further down, the road turned to gravel. It was clear this was a no through road known well to some people as there was evidence of many burnouts and a ridiculous amount of illegal dumping. We decided to follow the now gravel road to see what could be down there. Weaving through the bush we discovered this gravel road was used to maintain a high pressure gas line that was constantly thrown in our faces by large signs that said no digging because of these lines. The track began to get a hell of a lot more off roadish and we continued down to a bit of a clearing in the woods. From a distance the scattered plastic syringes looked like shattered glass but on closer observation, BAM needles.
Shit was creepy as fuck, but I got this image and then we turned around and headed back as the track seemed to end.



On a much lighter note here is some of my fav videos to debut on the web recently!

If you keep up with your BMX interweb you would for sure have seen this insande edit featuring Colt Fake and Trey Jones going ham on the monster ramp!
Watch it again!



Following up from Curb Dogs, Eddie Shawcross bring us "coula dogs" with more great nokia filmed sidewalk jibs!

coupla dogs from Edward Shawcross on Vimeo.

I was pretty excited about The Avalanches returning with some new music ever since I used to get ripped as a Freddy Kruger victim and listen to frontier psychiatrist on repeat! Diggin the new tune!




PEACE 

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Samson's Swamp Bowl

I haven't been traveling around riding bikes as much as I would like to lately. When the opportunity came up to go help Samson with his top secret D.I.Y spot, I immediately told all other plans and worries to fuck off for the day.


Samson's Swamp Bowl


After Samson found himself in a frightening but not serious car accident on Friday morning, he texted me to tell me that he wouldn't be going to work today and that we could work on his secret D.I.Y together. I knew his D.I.Y spot was super secret and I would have to listening to his direction carefully if I wanted to find it. He told me to take a road west out of Brisbane to meet at a post office. Once I had arrived at the post office, I noticed there to be no one around apart from an old lady wearing a babushka. The old lady slowly approached me and she handed me a key and didn't say anything at all. I was confused but after taking a look at the key I realised it opened one of the Post office box's that were directly behind me. P.O 420 was engraved into the key. I opened the box to find a brown paper bag full of weed and a letter that read; "Head north from the post office, walk lightly, go not stomp, You will find another clue that leads yo to my swamp". Lucky I packed my compass and headed north. After about a 40 minute trek on a very open rural road I came to a phone booth. I was about 5 steps from the booth when it began to ring. I answered, on the other end there was a man with a rather peculiar voice, he told me to meet him on the other side of the pineapple farm that the phone booth was in front of. I was about half way across the farm when I spotted a figure standing across from me. I couldn't make out any features of the person and then suddenly a bag was pulled over my head and blackness. I must of passed out or something, when I woke up, I was in the back of a vehicle, a van of some description that stank of pot. The van must have been doing some crazy off roading because I was getting thrown around. It finally came to a halt and I was ejected from the van onto the ground. The van then sped off leaving me in a cloud of dust. I pulled the bag off my head and when the dust cleared I was right in front of Samson's Sooby! He came stumbling out of the woods in full Hi-vis with a XXXX tallie in one hand and said "Hey jim, stop layin about and help me with some creetin". (short for concreting)




I was super excited to see what crazy shit Samson had done. D.I.Y's are something that really aren't done enough in my opinion and Samson has always talked about wanting to make one. I followed him along a little track in the bush and was greeted with the sight of a crazy looking concrete sculpture in the distance.

Sticking out like dogs-balls, the sight of this ramp was fuckin deadly to say the least.

As soon as I had a look around the spot and had seen what Samson had done I had a series of questions for him.


How did you find this spot? "I was looking for some where to grow weed".

Do you have any aero guard? "over there, it's broken though". (got fuckin eatin alive out there)


How long have you been working on the spot you recon? "About 50 hours?"

This is some crazy rock work! "Yeah, I was down here stoned as shit one night putting that together".


Samson has already put over 50 bags of 20kgs of concrete mix into this bad boy! It's a lot of hard work but its totally worth it!


Sunset from the D.I.Y is SCHMICK!

Excited to see how far this D.I.Y goes!

Have a good week!

Peace