NATAS KAUPAS, BRISBANE, AUSTRALIA

I had been holed up in Australia for months, baking in the sun and dodging the usual demons when the cavalry arrived—friends rolling into town on tour. Standard chaos, but then—like some cosmic plot twist—Natas Kaupas was with them. The man himself. And they came bearing gifts: a freshly birthed mini ramp, still wet with the sweat of its creators. The thing barely had time to dry before Natas was tearing it apart. Childhood idols aren’t supposed to show up in your backyard, but there he was, a legend in the flesh. The kind of moment you don’t just remember—you feel it, deep in the bones.

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