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NEW YORK - PEOPLE SKATED INDOORS AT A HARDCORE PARTY, FANCY THAT

A guy who works way deep somewhere in the lair of this office sent us photos from a party where there was a mini ramp or whatever the fuck it's called inside a loft and hardcore bands played while everyone got sweaty rolling around on these newfangled boards mounted with wheels. Accompanying captions were real technical, stuff like this: "Now, don't let its modest four-foot transitions fool you; the ramp's really steep and has a protruding coping, which meant the ramp-newbies in attendance spent their first couple runs just figuring the thing out." Uh yeah. Whatever that means. Still, it looked like a blast, if you're into that kind of thing.

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The ambassador of the party.

The lurker.

Prime example of a derisive term known as "skart," which is not "skate + fart" but "skate + art."

This band is called Dessert Storm and people went nuts for them. Soon everyone was spraying beer and shit.

Everyone wanted to skate but this guy told everyone to hold it just a sec and chill the fuck out.

Desiree works around the corner at KCDC and she and her amiga skate like a big slap in the face to anybody who says girl-skaters can't hold their own. Here's her friend coming up on a back smith.

These two kooks with the face gunk got a lot of attention.

Is that a used Q-tip perched on the chandelier? Disgusting.

PEDRO PINCHE MARTINEZ

(Non-crappy photos by Becky McNeel)