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At the start of this week, most of the Northeast was socked with the biggest snowstorm of the winter, setting free millions of kids here in New York City with the city’s public schools shuttered for the first snow day since 2004. No doubt a good number of them headed for the nearest hills at the city parks with some cheap, flat anything under their butts ready to go careening into some unaware schmuck with a dog or worse, the closest avenue filled with union-driven city plows.
I could’ve been thrilled, except that I’ve been out of school for a good number of years now. Instead, I find myself sick (literally), tired of boots and hoods, and yearning for another place and time. A place like southern California during the mid-70s and seized mid-trick by the photographer Hugh Holland. If Mr. Holland’s stills of shirtless skaters ripping up asphalt ditches and empty swimming pools don’t warm you up like a cup of hot chocolate, then you might love Siberia and you should go there.
I’m not sure how I stumbled upon Hugh Holland’s work. Most of the skate photographs of this era in southern Cali are associated with the great Glen E. Friedman. Where Mr. Friedman’s work documented a rebellious subculture as much as a young and curious sport, Mr. Holland seems to have been taken by the remarkable intersection where brilliant, golden light and hard asphalt meets agile bodies and the youthful disposition of always being in the moment.
Below are a few images to remind us that there was once a paradise somewhere. All images are courtesy of the M+B Gallery. If your flight was canceled because of the weather and you had to park yourself under the pay phones at the terminal for the night, you’ll need more. Go here.





All images are copyright of Hugh Holland.