BRIAN ANDERSON HUBBA HIDEOUT

Shooting in San Francisco was like stumbling into a dream soaked in grit and concrete—I’d regularly find myself surrounded by a murderers’ row of the best skaters on the planet. One particular day, the mission was simple: link up with some unknown kid and see if he could hang. A trial by fire, S.F. style.

We hit San Francisco State, a spot that chews up the unprepared and spits out their bones. After an hour, the verdict was in—this kid didn’t just belong, he owned the session. Power, finesse, and something else… that intangible electricity that makes people stop and watch. I burned through a few rolls that afternoon, shots that would later land on his amateur “Check Out” page in the mag—his first blip on the radar, but definitely not the last.

He was a contradiction in motion—tall, bald, carrying the kind of presence that made you check your footing. At first glance, he looked like trouble. But one conversation later, you were talking to a soft-spoken, respectful, almost monk-like character. It was a gut-punch reminder: never judge the book by its buzzcut.

• 10 mil (0.25 mm) thick
• Slightly glossy
• Fingerprint resistant
• Paper sourced from Japan