Anthony Allison
Skateboarding: 2012 - 2015

Skateboarding: 2012 - 2015

A retrospective of a pivotal few years in skateboarding and life.

Though I’ve been photographing skateboarding since childhood and continue to on occasion, this gallery focuses closely on a time period between 2012 and 2015: an interesting time that is cleanly seen as the period of filming for our skateboarding video, but upon reflection, acutally represents more of a monumental transition into adulthood.

Jared Martinez, BS Tail. Camarillo, CA
Jared Martinez, BS Tail. Camarillo, CA
Tracy and Thrasher tattoo.
Tracy and Thrasher tattoo.
Eric Beltran, BS Axle. Del Mar, CA
Eric Beltran, BS Axle. Del Mar, CA
I

Getting out of town

Illicit and the short YouTube videos prior were mainly footage from pushing around our hometown with a camera in hand. Or wherever someone’s mom could drop us off for the day.

This new project coincided with us getting cars, making hours-long drives and days-long stays throughout the furthest reaches of Los Angeles, San Diego, San Francisco, and Arizona.

We were independent for the first time and loaded up with sleeping bags, cameras, and gas money.

Eric in downtown LA.
Eric in downtown LA.
Late night, downtown LA.
Late night, downtown LA.
Multi-camming. Oceanside, CA.
Multi-camming. Oceanside, CA.
Corey, with his preferred way of earning gas money.
Corey, with his preferred way of earning gas money.
Seven or eight to a room in the Tenderloin. Woken up by bums lighting a dumpster on fire in the middle of the night.
Seven or eight to a room in the Tenderloin. Woken up by bums lighting a dumpster on fire in the middle of the night.
Bad sleep makes tensions flare. Ryan and Rielly, Santa Cruz, CA.
Bad sleep makes tensions flare. Ryan and Rielly, Santa Cruz, CA.
A makeshift campsite at 3rd and Army, San Francisco. The coldest night any of us experienced to date.
A makeshift campsite at 3rd and Army, San Francisco. The coldest night any of us experienced to date.
The morning after.
The morning after.
Flat tire on PCH.
Flat tire on PCH.
A trip-ender hours from home in San Diego. Corey Walker, 2013.
A trip-ender hours from home in San Diego. Corey Walker, 2013.
Inventing a spot in some hard packed Camarillo dirt.
Inventing a spot in some hard packed Camarillo dirt.
II

Returning to Roots

Over time, the sun-up-to-sundown trips into the bowels of LA (and beyond) with gas money shakedowns at each astronomical event —  against a backdrop of record-high gas prices — became less fun.

In fact, we spent more time in traffic and looking at spots like tourists than actually skating them. See, skateboarders everywhere have flocked to LA’s famous skate spots for decades. The same stuff, over and over, in every video or Instagram clip, and it all ends up looking the same.

We started to look back at our own terrain, set outside the LA sprawl and untouched by the masses. The places we’d driven past our whole lives and always thought about skating, but never got around to it. A fresh perspective with a little bit of cleanup went a long way. For me, aesthetically, I welcomed the revelatory idea to focus on local friends, spots, and identity.

Returning home down the Conejo Grade.
Returning home down the Conejo Grade.
Spot searching in the Camarillo Heights.
Spot searching in the Camarillo Heights.
Frontside grind in an old Camarillo Heights pool.
Frontside grind in an old Camarillo Heights pool.
Jared contemplating another often driven by, yet unskated spot in Camarillo. Later, we’d form a temporary dam, sweep the grit, and he’d get the last trick of his part. A high-stakes one push half cab into the bank.
Jared contemplating another often driven by, yet unskated spot in Camarillo. Later, we’d form a temporary dam, sweep the grit, and he’d get the last trick of his part. A high-stakes one push half cab into the bank.
With a fresh perspective, even my old Tacoma became a skate spot in Camarillo’s old K-Mart parking lot.
With a fresh perspective, even my old Tacoma became a skate spot in Camarillo’s old K-Mart parking lot.
One of those, “wouldn’t it be cool if…” spots in Camarillo. Jared turned it into reality with a beanplant from, into, and off the roof.
One of those, “wouldn’t it be cool if…” spots in Camarillo. Jared turned it into reality with a beanplant from, into, and off the roof.
Some DIY attitude on an OG Camarillo spot.
Some DIY attitude on an OG Camarillo spot.

This ditch was well-loved by generations of skateboarders in Camarillo, and friends’ dads would always talk about skating it when they were kids. Unfortunately, with the development of the Andorra Apartments and ParkWest Townhomes, the old Imation ditch was cut down and rendered permanently un-skateable for the next generations to come.

The full photo story of construction here and throughout Camarillo is a continued work-in-progress entitled Field Closed for Maintenance.

Both of my formative photographic worlds in one image: the farmland of Camarillo in 2014, which has since been upturned for the Palmera townhomes by 2025, and skateboarding.
Both of my formative photographic worlds in one image: the farmland of Camarillo in 2014, which has since been upturned for the Palmera townhomes by 2025, and skateboarding.
James with a kickflip back 5050 at another dig-deep spot. This time just down the road in Oxnard at the old Wagon Wheel ditch in 2015. The Wagon Wheel area has since been leveled and redeveloped into thousands of apartments along the 101 freeway.
James with a kickflip back 5050 at another dig-deep spot. This time just down the road in Oxnard at the old Wagon Wheel ditch in 2015. The Wagon Wheel area has since been leveled and redeveloped into thousands of apartments along the 101 freeway.
Two ways to get refreshed when you’re in Ventura County. The beach… Or the water feature at the spot.
Two ways to get refreshed when you’re in Ventura County. The beach… Or the water feature at the spot.
III

Nearing the End

When we started out this project, the long trips were frequent, novel, and exciting. At the midpoint, the rediscovery and new perspective of our local area helped correct course.

Towards the end, though, all bets were off.

That perfect break between the end of high school and start of adult life expired. It was time for jobs, college, and to actually figure out what you want to be when you grow up.

For me, the future was a move up to Seattle, over 1,000 miles north. For this project, that meant setting a firm deadline to close it out.

With grown up commitments layered in, the nighttime and after work sessions also went from fun and novel to a stressful necessity as the cutoff drew closer. Crunchtime was on.

Another broken board for Corey.
Another broken board for Corey.
Nighttime session powered by those cheap Home Depot worklights that would burn you in an instant. LEDs were not quite a thing yet.
Nighttime session powered by those cheap Home Depot worklights that would burn you in an instant. LEDs were not quite a thing yet.
The worklights working overtime at JKwon for a late night back lip.
The worklights working overtime at JKwon for a late night back lip.
Chad with a kickflip backtail on an underrated Camarillo spot.
Chad with a kickflip backtail on an underrated Camarillo spot.
Jared threading the needle to make this back lip work on another underrated Camarillo feature.
Jared threading the needle to make this back lip work on another underrated Camarillo feature.
IV

After it all

As it went:

June 1st, 2015 - footage deadline. No more going out to film, as I lock myself away to complete the final cut and get the master over to the DVD production house.

June 7th, 2015 - the big day. A celebratory BBQ at the park, and we premiere The Mob Rules to a packed local venue.

June 15th, 2015 - the other big day. My girlfriend, now wife, and I start our drive to Seattle. Just like the skate trips along the same route, the car is packed with everything we could fit. Only this time, there’s a real mattress on the roof.

Pre-premiere beers and barbecue. At Cam Park, because where else?
Pre-premiere beers and barbecue. At Cam Park, because where else?
Even Opa made it to the big day. But even if he’s hanging out with a hundred skateboarders, don’t let him catch you be the one calling him ‘dude.’ Ruhe in Frieden, Opa.
Even Opa made it to the big day. But even if he’s hanging out with a hundred skateboarders, don’t let him catch you be the one calling him ‘dude.’ Ruhe in Frieden, Opa.
A couple last after-hour Cam Park fence hops with the guys, and it was off to Seattle for me.
A couple last after-hour Cam Park fence hops with the guys, and it was off to Seattle for me.

From hopping fences and pouring DIY concrete, to dodging cops and camera thieves, there is no greater freedom than pushing around any given city and responding to environment as it presents itself.

As cliché as it sounds, skateboarding shaped the photographer – and person – that I am today.

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