"The purpose of the video is to get these guys seen, and then you're gonna rob them of their name title? That trend kinda pisses me off"
The year was 1999. Humanity was in dire straits as Y2K loomed on the horizon, however a new virus had already been unleashed. The death of credit. The Reason was never given, but the Modus Operandi was clear, and Rusty from Maine was at the forefront trying to stop this invasive species that was hell bent on wiping out a key link between scenes.
No longer would you meet a stranger in the streets and catch their name, and the memory of the line they did in that video filmed thousands of miles from your present location would run through your visual brain waves.
Now we zoom in on faces and logos. Trigger happy index fingers smashing down optical zooms. All those print magazines that once provided a point of reference, acting as a guide to how a skateboard trick could be documented properly and with grace, the majority consumed and replaced by the matrix.
The thrill of it all replaced by a "Hey, can you film this vertically?". Stack clips, psssh, the feed never sleeps. Gone are the days when the skaters out numbered the filmers. Gone are the days when the only time a camera came out, was when someone was actually trying to put some shit down.