Thrasher Magazine

Not a lot of skate companies last 20 years, much less keep it consistently awesome. The stars came out to celebrate two decades of the best skaters, graphics and videos in the biz.



Makin' 'em wait out on Fairfax.

A flood of fashion and culture.

Finally, a familiar face. The artist formerly known as Snewman.

Inside: living history! Wow!

The official formula.

Art, photos and artifacts organized by era.

Catering all skate events is not a crime.

Jojo and The Mez trip out.

Three sodas can't fade Johannes. He once ate nothing but pizza for seven years straight.

Looks like his progeny is already getting into the AV biz too. Nice one.

Packed with pizza and memories.

Hits and misses.

Movie memorabilia.

Rog, biding time between jacuzzi parties.

The finest photo of the show, in my opinion.

Of course they had some Choco up in there.

And even a little Phelper.

Wow!

A goddamn living museum.

Old comrades coming out of the woodwork.

As well as the new bucks.

Robin and Jeron, movers and shakers.

No shame in a late bloom.

Almost coworkers, Kosick and Mountain.

Ponte trippin' on the Keenan shots. Damn.

'That's what I feel like now ...'

Fourth generation poach of the founding fathers.

'And that's the moment when they killed vert ...'

Missing children.

Can't stop The Firm.

Sculpture in the display cases.

Sieben originals.

The Jenkins boys, holding it down, as they say.

Mad heads.

Whatever happened to Elwood, anyway?

Choc Alumni, Gabriel and Richard. It's y'all's 20th anniversary next year.

Outside, Fairfax kids, everywhere.

Not bad, Rick. Not bad. You outlived 'em all.

Congrats, Girls.