Three mornings at the harbour

I started skating at fifteen on a concrete bank behind a supermarket, and I have skated the Fukuoka harbour plazas most mornings since. The best hour is the one before the cleaners arrive, when the ground is still damp and nobody is watching.

The clips are one line, one take. The wave, the crane and the rising wheel on the gear are drawings I made for my own board, and the guide is the order I wish someone had shown me my first tricks in.