This year was the 10th annual Copenhagen Open and may be the final year. This year it doubled or even tripled in population compared to previous years and this will be displayed in some of the photos below. The more the merrier, you couldn’t go long without seeing a familiar face or a renowned skateboarder who you’ve watched video parts of for many years. Lets hope it makes a comeback in the future.
Photography: James Griffiths + Reece Leung
Words: James Griffiths
Brits abroad. That’s the term often used when referring to my fellow countrymen on their travels. In my 24 years I’ve never considered myself to fall in with the stereotype of the loud, obnoxious, wasted Brit going to lovely, calm foreign countries and causing as much havoc as Peter Carron (Look him up).
However, something changed in Copenhagen. A dark side seemed to find its way out of me, and my compadres and I started causing devastation wherever we found ourselves. And for that I sincerely apologise, to anybody who bared witness to the brits abroad who had one too many six pack.
Now that the apologies are out of the way, I’d like to return to the reason you’re reading this. The original reason I, and many others, made the pilgrimage to Copenhagen. The Skateboarding was incredible and there was so much of it I could write you a novel trying to cover its entirety. Instead of you putting up with my dyslexic ass, trying to give you an indepth review of the 4 days, I’ll try to sum up some of the memorable moments.
Rune skated the over-vert in Faelledparken, better than I can skate my local 4 ft wooden mini!
Yuri produced many ligament-flexing-tweaked-fliptricks.
Sebo walker used the cat-and-dog weather to his advantage in the DIY, to unleash lines upon lines of wavy tricks that only Sebo would have been able to fathom, let alone execute.
Speaking of the weather, Jamie Foy relentlessly rained down so many hammers, that if Beagle were there he would have blistered props Knucks!
And Luan Landed more flip tricks than beers were stolen (I don’t think any englishman paid for a drink) Finally, Ishod…. ISHOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I lied, I have one more apology left. My dearest, most sincere apology goes out to Charlie Munro. For accidentally bottling him in the face on the last night. My bad.