Thrasher Magazine

Skater of the Year 2013, the party

Well look who showed up!


Yep, still wearing shorts.

The wizards behind the scenes, prepping the launch codes.

Tensions high.

'Can you raise your chin up a little more, please?'

Here comes the reinforcements!

Always a smile.

And a tale of travel outrage.

The SFC.

Fig and Dave, pre-pre-party.

No, Sally is not naked under there! Whatever gave you that idea?!!

En route to the pre-party.

And there he is ...

Meza's been at everyone of these since Agah, right?

Tough guys, together.

Add some more meat to that sandwich!

A soty's caress. Priceless.

'No way! Is that Ed Duff?!!'

Cheers!

Smyth mourns his city, unable to provide skateboarding a single indigenous street star.

Sunny holds court in the round.

City Boyz, everywhere.

And this was just the warm up!

SF-area SOTYs. Shityeah!

Later, at the arena.

A clutching, squirming kind of bro-ness.

Tightened up, momentarily.

Meza don't wanna go side-by-side with Ali Mills' chin. Can't blame him.

Up in this muffukka, V-I-P!

Habitat's Brennan Conroy with Philly's Dom Travis. Thanks for making the trek, boys!

Be careful in that booth!

Weird shit happens in there!


Brad.

The ladies and the Gut.

Double date! Damn!

The first musical act.

All eyes on the stage.

Floridians, everywhere.

Bring your beard, if you got one.

This kind of excitement never died in the City by the Bay.

Hundreds had hella nice hair.

Crowd was feelin' him, for sure.

Yep.

That's as close to a thumbs up as Phelper gets.

Pyramid Country.

This middrift brought to you by the great taste of Monster Energy.

Water out, water in.

One-fifth of the O'Side Rhoadeses. Thanks for coming bros!

Yes, it was swanky. And Christmassy.

And then ... a rumble in the Bronx.

Ghoul!!!!

If you were ready to rock, this was your cue.

Pit of swirling fury!

Skate Line's Gary was even seen momentarily in the fray. Ain't no funny jokes when you're gettin' your neck moshed on!!


Clint with a fuckin' handful!

Lots to smile about.

And then Santa got disemboweled.

Waitress wanted a photo. Can't blame her.

P-Stone!

This kind of horseplay, not a good idea with the Big Dog.

Yep.

Things headed downtown pretty quickly.

Forced back to the stage by a fuckin' robot.

And a teddy bear barbarian thing.

Quite a show, but it was surprising that, for all Ghoul's stage craft, their patter was lifted straight from Triumph the Insult Comic Dog. Which is great, just not especially evil.

Go time.

Neither was long for speechifying this year.

Short, sweet. Awesome.

This was a tough fuckin' year and Ishod is a great SOTY.

Congrats buddy!

'Thank you, skateboarding!'

Don't take it personally, Jake was punching people in the face all night.

Always out of love.

Body and Bo, mellow gold and on the droop, respectively.

Joe Brook and the boys, backstage style.

Even Erica made it!

Good lookin' scarf. Jus sayin'.

Wallflower, JT Aultz. Somebody ask this guy to dance, please.

SOTY party is always a great time to catch up with old friends and remind ourselves why we do this.

Merry Christmas, everybody!