Kenny Bloggins

The Local Bombshell

The best thing about growing up with huge spiders in Australia is

watching tourists piss their pants when they see them...

Almost worth getting bitten.

This is gnarly. We have here, the direct result of someone going to hang a piss at the toilet and a so called friend coming up behind you and trying to kill you by slashing your throat. No joke.

Lucky our man here was that bit quicker, and is still sitting here for me to take a photo of him.

Props.

Nick warming up on the deck. The guy in the background was practicing pakour or freerunning. This is him padding up and hitting the vertical terrain. That is a frontside carve.

Nick is riding the new Street Machine shop boards which I doodled up for them.

Tough enough I guess. For now...

As does anything left in the vicinity of the local project kids idle hands... it gets destroyed.

The wind started it, the kids finished it.

The best throw up I have seen for a long time. The irony hurts so good...

You're.. WHack.

Another Sunday.

Colour for the day...

Orange.

That is including the RED hair which will be

called ORANGE for the purpose of this exercise...

"Ok... Fish move your board out to the right,

Now look like you are using hip skate lingo to describe something,

Tangles you move your board out to the left...

..now grab that joint looking thing off Yuta.."

Boom. Lifestyle shot.

You will be hard pressed to find a food wrapper in the bin at Prahran...

Rooftop parties are always killer...

Especially when the kitchen dowstairs has a totally

skateable ramp built to the wall..

Somehow Tamara fell instantly pregnant after the party!

Then I found out it's contagious around here.

Ever tried skating when you are about to pop out a junior?..

I have already named it...

Balthazar Baldrick "Balloon Face" Bloggins.

CHUMBA DONE!

Finally finished Chumba today.

No more listening to hairdressers talk dribble.

"We could do that... and then we will really funk it out a bit.

Make it hip you know, make it pop..."

They wanted bright... they got bright.

I was celebrating the completion of a job.

Niddy was just having another night, drinking from the lead guitarist's

snappy leather boot whilst the band were still playing on stage...

Up Yours. Quietly.

Here is Scotty telling the guitarist that if he is trying to get some street cred

then Kenny Bloggins is the only avenue to getting it out to the real heads!!

As you can see... never go to Detour on Swan St, Richmond. Even when you are super drunk.

Unless you like eating shit.

Kenny Bloggins needs a rest...

..but remember, the blog never sleeps.

IGDD Friday

Took a trip down to the deserted Mango Island...

I.G.D.D. It's Friday bitches.

Jake was feeling extra special about it...

Nearly as entertaining as old men on rollerblades is

young kids making tough gangster statement tags and either consciously

or not beefing up the ghettoness with bad, misspelt "ill" grammar.

It's like a retarded kid telling you to come correct. I love it.

Another favourite is homegrown tattoos.

I think Jakey's is possibly the best I have seen yet.

Look at the guys head coming out the other guy with the mullet cut's arse

which is attached to a bird's neck via string and...

it's all there.

He did it himself.

There has been a beard growing competition going amongst a few of the lads since NYE.

But Alex here already had a beard long before that

and will probably have one long after they do too.

That's why he can sit back and blaze all Willie Nelson style and shit...

Representing in true form with the original IGDD Season 1 Hawaiian shirt

with the Season 2 IGDD tee underneath, ripping in Season 3...

Steaks n Suds will back tail your face off...

Missed the good trick... sounded good?... good blogging!...

Ah... PBP PFK crews. We came to the conclusion that some old school writer had just been released from jail from a 15 year stint, probably an armed burg, maybe killed a few guys and finally got back in the real world. He still thinks PFK PBP are the dope crews... little does he realise that all the dudes that are in those crews are dead from drug overdoses or back in the concrete block he just came from... Jail is a bitch.

PBP PFK.

This would have been a more suitable tag for him...

Tim locked in an idea...

Soggy Box.

Slight Water Damage.

Alien Workshop Premier

Wiring at my house is second to none...

Ah... Jack seemed to lose an arm at the Espy...

and both legs too.

Guest photography: Lates

Designated footwear for an evening of skateboard movie premieres...

Solid choice.

Dale was trying to impersonate Yuta...

ZOMBIE STYYYYYLE! ERRRRRRRRRRRRR...

Here is one I whipped up the other day when I was supposed

to be doing other important shit...

DEEP ZOMBIE STYLE, SON!!...

Happy Birthday Kate!

My sister turned 30. Boom.

My nephew Benjamin is quickly on his way to obtaining GURU status at the age of 17 months.

Here he is trying to get STONED out the back...

Guru.

Stoked Guru.

Heist Sunday.

Ladies...

Old people have a lot of time to just walk around. I can dig that.

Euro Fags.

In Melbourne recently there has been a huge influx of rare wild bikes coming into the city from various regions. Lewis decided he had the strength and knowledge to tame one of these wild beasts.... he was right...