This past sunday there was a pancake breakfast at camp/death in atwater village in los angeles. We were welcoming desert eagles and day 19 back from sowing the seeds of chaos in Europe and New York respectively. Also, tusk fam Steve Berra was back early from months of filming in Canada, and dropped by to surprise us all. The spread was dionysian complete with pancakes, chocolate chips, butter, maple syrup, strawberries, bananas, nuts, orange juice, and coffee. The king of the south blared from the windows as people played ping pong, screened t-shirts, and drank tecate. BR brought by exclusives of their unreleased shirt design, and more than one time someone sprayed half the people at the party with our busted hose while cleaning screens.

Audio and Bebel were, as is their fashion, imploring everyone to look at their butts. There were bikes, and there were girls in sunglasses and dresses in the sun. The next morning, i was actually sore from having fun.

Many photos after the jump.

a little beer won’t be missed

in the 2020 olympics, china better watch the fuck out.

steve berra proves that up-and-coming directors and pro skaters have time for pancakes. no matter how tired they look.

jael hunts in pink shirts and wet socks; kris smokes in summer.

a fine solution to the “dubs or daytons?” problem: daytons on dubs.

jeremy weiss plays it safe.

hannah wears big ass sunglasses on the outside, because big ass sunglasses is how she feels on the inside

so icey.

melissa made t-shirts and cast a long shadow.

this man is hiding behind his beard.

this man is hiding in the sewer.

what you know about tracks?

we are a carnival.

sunny.

the shot at the buzzer goes in, victory is ours this sunday. up the tusk.

Posted May 10th, 2006 - Permalink