Trouble In Abingdon
A two week Summer spent in Abingdon-on- Thames, a small market town located South of Oxford. Filled with nothing but green trees and flat roads, I had initially planned for this place to be a home base while I traveled around England. On a whim, I decided to check out the nearest skatepark google maps would take me to. I walked 20 minutes to find a dinky concrete park in the middle of a leisure center.
Once there, I met a group of teenagers skating the park. I introduced myself and asked if I could take pictures of them skating. They agreed, and were kind enough to let me use a skateboard and take a few laps around the park myself. I ended up staying there the whole day smoking cigarettes, talking shit, and meeting everybody who frequents the park. I returned to the park almost everyday after that to take photographs of them.
On my last day, they took me to their “hideout” to have a BBQ. The Hideout was built from scrap wood, dirt, sticks, and various tarps. When the day was over, one of them yelled to me, “You’re one of us now! So you need to visit again soon.”
A two week Summer spent in Abingdon-on- Thames, a small market town located South of Oxford. Filled with nothing but green trees and flat roads, I had initially planned for this place to be a home base while I traveled around England. On a whim, I decided to check out the nearest skatepark google maps would take me to. I walked 20 minutes to find a dinky concrete park in the middle of a leisure center.
Once there, I met a group of teenagers skating the park. I introduced myself and asked if I could take pictures of them skating. They agreed, and were kind enough to let me use a skateboard and take a few laps around the park myself. I ended up staying there the whole day smoking cigarettes, talking shit, and meeting everybody who frequents the park. I returned to the park almost everyday after that to take photographs of them.
On my last day, they took me to their “hideout” to have a BBQ. The Hideout was built from scrap wood, dirt, sticks, and various tarps. When the day was over, one of them yelled to me, “You’re one of us now! So you need to visit again soon.”