The Orchard is ripe this time of year, peaches to squeeze, nectar to… get got. The boys have been blading hard thanks to the guidance of #DaBl8Got, safari hats, and the frost brewed refreshment of the mighty Genesee. For more fun in the sun, look for #orchardblade on the ol’ Instagram.
Friend, teacher, stoop enthusiast; the bud, Mike Torres, coming through with another hair-raising thrill ride.
Somewhere between the sarcasm and brutal honesty I learned almost everything I know about cinematography from Mike. He never let me get away with half-assing a shot, or a trick. When I was growing up he motivated me to hold myself to a higher standard both on the blades and behind the camera, and fathered a mindset towards blading that envelopes and drives the Rochester scene, even in his absence. Thanks Mike, and well done.
The star of the show. For those with extra short attention spans, or who simply missed the whole thing. Sven, as we so affectionately know him when he’s drunk, has a, simply put, raw talent for this silly thing we do that leaves the rest of us in awe and Japanese cartoon-eyed wonder every time we blade with him.
Here we’ve spotted the rare Hazelton performing a frontside unity. Here in his nest of overgrowth and broken glass, he must be wary of the predators looming near on the highway off-ramp. It is truly a marvelous sight to behold.