Nicky O'Keeffe vs. Donaghmede (is that how you spell it?) and Rich Gilligans Show and Barry O' Sullivan vs. Paddy Clear. Epic.

Nicky O'Keeffe is a beast. You'd think that at 31 and being off a skateboard for about 6 years would affect your ability to both skate and conjure some enthusiasm for it, not Nicky. He tore the Donaghmede skatepark to shreds yesterday.

Oh wait, that's Shane. When we arrived it was drenched all around the park, Shane cruised it with ease. Ollie to warm up.

Nicky, smith grind out to the end.

Well balanced nosegrind.

Out of focus crooked grind (sorry! Still gettin' the head around Barry's fisheye). When Nick started hittin' the rail I knew he wasn't taking the piss.

Feeble, still out of focus.


By now Barry helped me with the lens and Nicky began banging out nosegrinds . . .

Tres flip in near darkness. Beast. Ninja.


And as if all that wasn't enough he decided to bang out a fat melon over the nipple. The photos above are just a few examples of what you're not supposed to do to your body after a 4 hour drive and an epic session in a skatepark. He didn't make it, I had to ask him to stop, he'll be back.



So after all that we made our way towards Baggot st. for Rich Gilligan's photo exhibition. We did stop off on the way so Shane could throw himself at that rail and one broken finger later we arrived at the exhibition. It was off the hook. Between the photos, the ripping and the heads it was a 100% quality evening.



EDIT: NOB made an amazing edit of the evening and as you can see, Gav fucking killed it.

The icing on the cake however was the Baggot Street game of skate between Paddy and Barry - shit was intense!





Even better than the game was Barry's reaction to his defeat. This is an exclusive Cork Skateboarding edit and can only be seen here at RollSouth. Prepare to be blown away!

Oh Jesus.

This is insane.

Luke Murphy. Fucking rad drop in. OAPs not too happy. Neither was the Kinsale 'Policeman'.

Shane O'Donovan. Got blunts?

Sam Perkin, backside ollie. Sam rips.

Misunderstood

Just met Charles on his way back to Spain and he asked me about this post I made a few weeks ago. Okay, in hindsight I see the ambiguity of the videos but at the time I was completely blind to any of it.

I used those four videos as a counterweight of positivity against the general negativity of the post.

They perfectly illustrate the kind of amazing skateboarding that happens in this small country day in, day out, and they feature some of my favourite skateboarders. Skateboarders who posses an immense talent yet do not buy into the bullshit, or develop the ego, which seems to be a threshold most skaters cross once they reach a certain level of sponsorship / exposure. (Bad pushing seems to be symptomatic of such egos and attitudes.)

I thought that was clear in the post, but apparently not. So to my friends at RipAll you all rule and you push really, really well. Snowy, you know you push well. To the brothers Lynn, ye both rule and stand as great ambassadors of Irish skateboarding.

Is that clear enough Luke? Do you still want to make that edit of my shit pushing? ha ha . . .

Peace.

Richard Gilligan - Time Line

The finest skate photog this land has ever known is putting his work on display in a tasty Dublin gallery. Next Tuesday the 3rd of November sees the opening of Time Line, a show of Mr. Gilligan's best work over the past ten years or so.

Bruce 'The Ox' Kelliher , frontside pivot, Dublin Airport. Photo: Richard Gilligan.

Believe me when I say this: It will be epic!

Not only is it the one of the first major showings of skate photography in Ireland by one of the scenes finest, but there is also a book being published for the occasion, not a catalogue but a fucking book! (Oh my god!)

But wait, there is more, add to the exhibit and the book (!), a fucking miniramp in the gallery! JEEEEESUUUUUS! I can not wait for this shit! Pardon all the french, but I mean come on! This will be insane!

Dion, tres flip the red brick gap up in the smoke. Photo: Richard Gilligan.

Oh yeah, the details: November 3rd - 8th, Plane Site Gallery, Lad Lane, Dublin 2 (by the Baggot Street Gap).

Ed: Rich, in the very unlikely event of you actually seeing this blog, thank you in advance for letting us use your awesome photos. (nicked from Kingpin. Flyer from Boggin) Footy from the opening night will be posted on here. Peace!

Save the KINO!

Corks KINO cinema is to shut at the end of November. This is shit. Do what you can to help, there is a meeting on Saturday from 2 - 4 p.m. at the cinema (western road) to see what the craic is. It owes an architect 50 grand so the architect is denying the people of Cork the only independent art house cinema outside of Dublin. The Facebook group reckons a donation of fifty quid by each member should do it.


I don't care if google are watching, I'm going to say it aloud: CAPITALISM IS BULLSHIT.

Yeah, I said it.

We must save the KINO.

Gay Paris!

Words and photos by Smurph.

Luke may have tried to slappy this hubba at La Défense - I'm actually not too sure...

Last July amidst the wrath of the summer's wash-out, a few of us decided to escape for a couple of days in the hope of skating that illustrious city, Paris. Obviously we could have chosen the well trodden Lanzarote of the skate-world that is Barcelona. After all, the guaranteed sunshine, spots and totty just seem to be too much for almost the entire Irish skate scene to resist year in, year out. It was time for something new.

Beer and cards in our room which was the size of a dog's kennel!

Paris seemed like a good choice as firstly, Luke was going to be there with family anyway, secondly, it is one of the few worthwhile destinations you can fly to from Cork, and most importantly, it wasn't Barcelona.

This was drawn on the wall at Trocadero facing the tower.

The plan was simple - skate as much as we could, fall victim to the tourist trap and hit up the Boulangerie in the morning. Our plan was a little dubious - we hadn't any accommodation sorted out and we weren't really sure if anybody apart from ourselves (Luke & Smurph) would even be going. Eventually Red Bull's favorite Cork local Sam Perkin(s) opted in alongside Kilkenny's one man skate scene Rafter. Needless to say things magically sorted themselves out.

Rafter a million miles from the mean streets of Kilkenny.

Despite a lack of funds and no real knowledge of how the hell we would all hook up everyday (we were staying in different parts of the city, it's a big city) we did manage to make it a pretty successful trip - everything from the romantic boat-ride we all took to Luke & myself walking across Paris drunk at five in the morning only for one of us, (guess who!) to be locked out of his hotel!


Paris is great. At times skating was quite difficult - between the high temperatures and the constant quest to find that spot. Saying all that though, the city does have much to see and do. And you can get 12.6% beer for less than a freddo!

Oh and try and get yourself stuck in the metro when it closes - it's fucking cool!