A few weeks ago whilst cleaning out the garage I came across a big cardboard box titled Scared T’s. I knew exactly what they were, but I had long forgotten about them as they had been stuffed in the back of our garage since we moved in 12 years ago.
They had traveled far from NYC to California, landing first on the beaches of SoCal back in 93′. They are the T shirts my husband couldn’t let go from his youth. He grew up in the Midwest skating at the tail end of the legendary Dogtown era. As a teen, his family had an arcade and a Skatepark which he ran and as he traveled coast to coast he would skate every park that was around. During this time he collected and wore only skate tees, with Vans that he custom made and Levis. When I met him he was a skater living in NYC working at Paper Magazine and had his own Skate Zine, which he wrote and produced himself out of our apartment in the Lower East Side. He skated the banks of the Brooklyn Bridge and took classes at FIT. As the tee’s withered away he still couldn’t rid himself of them, so with limited space in our shared closet he decided to pack them up and put them away hoping to one day hand them down to our kids.
“And so it goes.”
This was the day to hand them down, but only a few classics that were still in kind of decent condition. Both Camilla and Emmett were given a skateboard at birth and grew up skating with their dad. Camilla sidewalk surfing and Emmett hitting the skate parks and finding empty pools. Today, they skated on our backyard mini ramp and in alley ways of our beach town on a few vintage boards my husband also still keeps.
Enjoy!
