01/08/2008 | by Onboard
Micael Lundmark. Gap to 5-0 in central Skelleftea, Sweden.
Text and photography by Peter Lundström
The following events unfolded within a 30km radius of a medium sized town in the northern part of Sweden, just over a year ago.
October 18, 2006 @ 3:22 PM
After a sleepless night, wondering what motherless pieces of human excrement had had the nerve to steal my most precious belongings, I decided to embark on a vicious manhunt. After a swift recon of the crime scene, where my drop-in ramp and jib-box were last seen, I found pieces of the ramp hidden behind some bushes. The YES BOX, however, was nowhere to be found. I soon gathered some leads from my neighbour who had seen a bunch of crooks take off with the box in a light-blue pick-up truck a few days earlier. I started spreading the word around town, and soon found myself in our number-one skate and snowboard shop, Stale Butiken, where the head honcho Peter ‘Soprano’ Melender got on the phone. One call later, to what I must assume was this city’s worst scumbag, with threats of inflicting grievous bodily harm on the lawbreakers, Peter Melender ensured me that the box would be returned by six o’ clock tonight. I’ll be there waiting. With a crowbar.
October 19, 2006 @ 1:44 PM
After waiting with my best friend, Mr Crowbar, at where the thieving mongrels who stole my jib-box had said they would return it, I stood dumbstruck when I realised what sort of people they were. I had ruled out the possibility that they were snowboarders, since real snowboarders don’t steal from other snowboarders. I had also ruled out skateboarders, since they are, by and large, too frickin’ lazy to even lift a box half as heavy up on a pick-up truck. It just had to be rollerbladers. Motherless, soulless pieces of lard. But boy was I wrong. Luckily, the little rascal snowboarders brought their mum, so there wasn’t really any time for breaking their kneecaps. They were formerly known as ‘snowboard kids who like to steal other people’s shit’, but nowadays they just go under the name ‘Peter Lundström’s bitches’.
If you have followed Hans Ålund’s media coverage, you know that a lot of the things he does on a snowboard are pretty gnar. 50 stairs double kinks and ten-metre high quadruple kinked ledges. Serious feats, although very calculated. Just before dropping in on this denim-clad box to a tiny one-and-a-half-metre drop, he says: ”This is the sketchiest thing I’ve ever done”. Skellefteå, Sweden.
The initial idea was for it to be portable, yet sturdy and stable. The folks involved in the little project first dubbed YES BOX, as well as my bitches, have all come to the same conclusion regarding all things labelled ‘portable’: almost everything is portable, it’s just a matter of how many people you have who are willing to lift it. A little piece of advice for anyone out there about to build a portable box: don’t use two-by-fours. The plywood on the side will make it rigid enough, so use something not as sturdy. We first sessioned it in late August, and the shot was eventually published on last year’s Photo Annual. The second attempt at a pre-season session ended up being very similar to the original video feature from where the name and idea of lugging around a box had come from. The credit should go to friend and creative mastermind Erik Hedman, as well as skater Lars Vikman. Their orange skate version can be found on endoflage.com, or via erikhedman.se.
After a few hours in front of the sewing machine, the daredevil known as Hans Ålund dropped in on what he claimed was the sketchiest thing he had ever done. Highly unlikely, you might think, but looking back at the denim-clad setup, he might have been sincere. After a brief pause in the project due to the aforementioned act of thievery, the box took a trip out to Ronnie Andersson’s stomping grounds, way out in Hicksville, Sweden. With the help of his sister, her horse and stallion Micael Lundmark, the box was transformed in to a horse-jumping hurdle, before it was yet again taken in to the studio for a paintjob. With hindsight, it would have been a good idea to manufacture a trolley as well as a sled for it, mostly due to the painful memory of carrying it out in to the middle of a field in knee-deep snow.
Just as you can be amped doing these sorts of projects during the pre-season, you can be just as over it when the real snow arrives. The last shoot before the winter really kicked in was perhaps the most colour-coordinated one, partly thanks to Linda at Färgbolaget. As the over it-ness kicked in after a shoot with the green light-dress, ideas were floating around of torching the (by now not so) beloved box. There were even plans of trying to flog it to any of ma’ bitches, but although the price tag is below the production cost, no-one has dared to step forward. The benefits of building your own lightweight/portable jibstacle, as opposed to stealing it, are many. Change of scenery is always a good thing, as is the easy sorting out of new formations and setups. And although snowboarding might