Team Trouble Laax – Switzerland

Click on the link to follow the half Swiss half Irish team (Gav Coughlan, Mike McMaster, Fun Bobby) who’re entered into next weeks invitational in Laax, Switzerland. More posts to follow!

TEam Trouble Laax

Cian Eades – Fakie Front Blunt

Cian Eades seeks shelter on a DIY ledge with a fakie front blunt.


Photo by John Finucane

Alfie Carleton – Kickturn

What the hell is it? Part of a boat? An evil bond plot? The lost Beatles yellow submarine? Your guess is as good as mine will be. But we’ve all been there before, the spot that’s just too good to be true… an obvious heart wrenching experience for anyone on arrival after the pain stacking effort to get anyone to investigate it in the first place. This, sadly, as you’ve guessed by now, was another one of those cases. After spirits soared and minds raced with the arrival of this picture to Facebook, a dry day to present itself couldn’t come sooner. Planing our mission impossible esque entry to the yellow beast came at the risk of not leaving ourselves much light but the more hopefully relaxed side of things round quitting time in the harbour. After the excitement had soon dissipated on arrival once quickly realising there was a massive gap separating the transition the struggle to find any use for this after the long walk had became the pain arse we’d all feared. After some last minute thinking before the sun vanished behind the hills we pulled together to fill the gap as best as possible with whatever came into our paths. Several pallets, a wooden box, an assortment of metal blocks and a road sign soon took up residence inside the beast along side all our faith this horrific attempt at making it remotely skateable would in any sense work. Surprisingly it did! Barely… With it resembling more of a replica earthquake once your wheels touched the jenga tower of items. Nightfall by this time had engulfed the session leaving even less hope for someone to conquer the beast and bring back some sort of a redemption story to the skatepark. With the tight transition, no bottom and any sort of available light vanishing faster than someone mentioning the words “what about that strap?”. We settled for the ever simple kickturn in the end, and even that proved to be almost impossible at the beginning. Getting the run up and hoping the beast didn’t swallow you whole in the process was getting the better of dear Alfie but thankfully proved worth it in the end, even if it is just a kickturn…


Photo & words by Craig Dodds.

Saint Denis Belfast Premiere

Phil Evans’ documentary “Saint Denis” premieres in Belfast on March 26th, at the Black Box, Hill Street from 8pm. Click the photo below to go to the Facebook event and find out more.

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Fac Focus: Evan ‘Minty’ Fogarty

Check out Minty’s interview in Fac Magazine talking about his aspirations for a skatepark in Dublin City. Click on the photo below for the full interview.


Paddy Lynn – Frontside Flip.

Another dog shit weather weekend, another day digging in the achieves. This time back to mid winter 2015. Not ideal t-shirt weather but I’m sure PLynn didn’t work up too much of a sweat getting this one.


Photo & words by Craig Dodds.

Saint Denis Trailer

Phil Evans has spent that last 18 months with Belfast’s favourite son and recently turned pro for the National Skateboard Company, Denis Lynn, and has put together a documentary called “Saint Dennis” which will be dropping in Spring. Here’s the trailer to peak your interests.

Saint Denis Trailer from Philip Evans on Vimeo.

Marc Beggan – No Comply Wallie.

Digging in the hard drive crates I discovered this one earlier today from 2014. Not that long ago maybe for some but feels like an eternity when I glanced over this photo. Anyway, enough reminiscing for one Sunday. We found this TV while on the brink of banging our heads against a brick wall would be more fun than trying to decide on somewhere to go skate.


Photo & words by Craig Dodds.

Ollie O’Hanlon – Wallride 5050

On a brisk Barcelona night at the end of last year I paid a visit one evening to Monkeybird OG, Ollie. With a few tinnies gathered up for the road we made our way through the almost engulfed in darkness Parc de la Ciutadella to our destination. With only the occasional passing by car head lights, the dimly lit street lamps and the blinding bouncing light of my flash hitting of Ollies poor wee eyes I was surprised he was managed to make this happen.


Photo & words by Craig Dodds.

Mark Lilley – Polejam

The weekend started of early. A little too early than had first intended for me and young Lillian. Noticing a desirable polejam a week or so prior to this occasion we bided our time until the weather had turned itself to our favour. The night had soon beckoned upon us and a busy town centre soon laid to rest. We picked our spot and hit the streets at the mean old time of 1am. With an undercover car soon making an appearance looking to know what the hell two hooded chaps with a skateboard would be doing on a quiet street at this time, we soon told them our deal and were happy enough to leave us in peace. With the night going pretty well and Lilley getting his trick in a matter of tries despite the bitter cold running riot, I soon had the gear up and ready to get this show on the road. In my own little world will I attempted to get some ‘artsy angles’ from behind a parked car I heard seemingly out of nowhere someone screaming the words “What the hell is this thing?”. I looked up as some beer drenched man with only the look of anger and confusion flooding his heavily dilated eyes had cascaded my flash across the street. As you can imagine, a severally heated moment had now engulfed our previous freezing cold session. With no explaining being understood through the tinnitus damaged ears of too many nights listening to poor country music and shouting sectarian songs. The man was soon to be found, inconsolable… His train of thought along with the horrible cocktail of cheap drink, hard drugs and shit country music had led him to believe he was a Z list celebrity and that my sole purpose this early morning was to document his exit from some piss stained bar all at his misfortune. With twenty minutes soon floating by as the mans friends had held a tight grip upon him and tried to explain to us they would take him away and how sorry they all where. We’d soon seen enough of Banbridge for that one small hour and packed up and left them to deal with their seemingly vanity stricken friend. A few laps of the town later we figured if there was ever a chance he wasn’t going to be at that bar again it would be now. We unpacked the equipment and got down to it and a couple tries later we had the photo we no hassle.


Photo & words by Craig Dodds.