Stayed up until 3am on Wednesday just refreshing Instagram and reading everyone's tributes. Tried skating to shop from my house for a beer and my legs just felt loose. Spent the whole next day in a complete fucking daze. Even one of my lecturers at university had heard about so I tried explaining who he was. Deepest thoughts go out to his family and friends like Oblow, Arto, AVE, Greg Hunt and so on. Cant imagine how awful it must have been to witness their little buddy grow into this amazing, idolised person and then be taken away like this. Put this up on my site yesterday, I thought it was pretty silly to feel this way about someone who I had never met dying but after reading everyone's comments here that thought doesn't feel so unreasonable anymore and wanted to share it here too:
To mourn the passing of an individual you have never met is a confusing feeling. We grow up idolising professional skateboarders. We aspire to do the tricks they do, dress the way they dress, support the brands that support them, acquire their taste in music and so much more.
They influence not just skateboarding but every aspect of our lives. Even into adulthood, they are superheroes who dust themselves off after the hardest falls and keep fighting. They bleed yet at the same time they�re invincible; they are one of us but what we aspire to be. It feels like they will always be there, always making you want to run out the door and ride your skateboard.
We saw Dylan as a kid in Subject to Change, witnessed his style mature in A Time To Shine, battle his demons throughout adolescence during the era of Mind Field � to then emerge in his eponymous video dylan. as the stylish skateboarder we adore. When Dylan seemed to almost disappear from skateboarding, shortly after his outstanding part in cherry, frightening whispers began to circulate which have regrettably proved more than rumour. It is harrowing that such a unique individual has been taken at such a young age.
Cuffed black jeans, slip-ons, ripped t-shirt, leather jacket, slicked-back hair, rings, necklace, tattoos� Dylan had a style so instantly recognisable, so widely imitated but still inimitable, so effortlessly cool; like skateboarding�s answer to James Dean and it is a tragedy their comparison extends to this sad conclusion.
Power and finesse comparable to none and inspired a generation with pure nonchalance whenever he stepped on a skateboard, popped an impossible, and with every single push. Dylan Rieder�s legacy is an enduring reminder that less is more.
"I'm never gonna know you now, but I'm gonna love you anyhow."
- Waltz #2, Elliott Smith
Rest in peace, you handsome devil.