"The Powder" is a new book curated and written by Jocko Weyland about a time when "skiing" was more than just a reference to cocaine or a dual handjob.
I’d been watching the pigeons circling over the rooftops. Their hypnotic synchronized movement touched something deep down inside, reminding me of pigeons coming home to their lofts in Brooklyn.
Driving his white Chang An Ling Mu “City Baby” compact past the 5th Ring Road into the far west precincts of Beijing Coach Johnee surveys the grey murk ahead in the distance.
Martinez joined the army in 1989 at the age of 22.
Wu Deshun lives next to a warehouse off Guanghua Lu in what can best be described as a hovel, a cinder block, one-story, falling-apart edifice in the shadow of the almost-completed CCTV headquarters.
Jocko Weyland is a writer, photographer, and chronicler of skateboarding from America who's currently living in Beijing.
After some fruitless searching I crossed the road and walked past a guard into the building with the unlit “SOAR” sign I hadn’t seen during the first drive-by.
When I first moved into the neighborhood I took a walk with my friend who's an old China hand and helped me find an apartment.
She works off a muddy street in the far northeastern outskirts of Beijing in the scrappy, dirty slums that aren't on any tourist maps.
Jenny went to the pool to pick up her mother who was very excited and the first thing she said was, “I just swam with a dead guy!”