Keith Hufnagel & Aaron Bleasdale
“Other than a few industry events where he and I saw each other standing around, my history with Keith Hufnagel has been a series of serendipitous encounters at some of the world’s most famous skate spots and parks-UC Berkeley Tennis Court Banks, SF Townsend Gap, LA Wilshire Gap, and Harrow Skatepark in London. The latter occurred in 1994, during an Eastern sojourn where I was taking a Sabbatical from the formal world of skateboarding (the industry), and was passing through London en route to Russia, where I would enjoy near seclusion. I wasn’t leaving skateboarding, I was just taking my own version of it with me. So, whatever was to happen, was to happen. On this day, however, what happened was I made the trek out to Harrow to experience some ancient concrete. I love old skateparks, the ones built before anyone knew how to. They were just ideas plopped out of a dump truck and crudely troweled into some semblance of a skateable idea. And by the early 90s, they’d taken on the patina of a WWII bunker. To skate a 1970s park, even back then, was like going back in time. Except on this day local ripper Aaron Bleasedale was there. As was NYC’s Coco Santiago. And of course, Huf. I got to see a local interpretation of the space, as well as two bi-coastal maestros have at it. In addition to the rumbling of my own wheels, I got to sit and watch those guys lay modernist interpretations of flips and varials on banks made for carving and sliding. But the chunky surface would have no sliding anymore. Despite the coarse concrete and his tiny wheels, Huf managed to lift himself waist-high with a simple pop of the tail. It was effortless and just magnificent. A moment of silence between the rumbling up the bank and the deafening descent. Aaron and Coco were smashing it, too. But the image I was left with, that day, was of Huf in mid floater, arms just dangling, board levitating, gravity taking the rest of the day off. As did sound, and time. For the next several months, I kept that image in mind as I explored the streets fo St. Petersburg, finding places to pop, but never achieving such command of flight. Which was fine. I only needed the indelible, unfading image to chase, and the will to pursue it, day after day. Which I did, unsuccessfully, but without regret. And at every intersection, I’d glance around the corner half excepting to see Keith Hufnagel magically appear, serendipitously skateboarding with me on the other side of the world. In my memories, he is always skateboarding”. – Miki Vuckovich June 21
Photos: Miki Vuckovich