Marseille, bouguela

I never go to France without passing through Marseille. When I was 16 I met some kids skating at Government Center who told me they had just been. The following summer I met Julien, Fabien, and Seb and we’ve been BFF since.

The count of Monte Cristo dug from his jail cell on that little island, to the city.

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Seb has all the toys. A boat and a diving permit…
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the honda DAX… they were only distributed in Japan and Europe..
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a nice crib…
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french metal…
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and one of the sickest bowls in the world.

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One half of 21 Skateshop at La Verrerie

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If you go to Marseille, hit up Michigan.
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Corinne and Banks, local surfers and professional crepe eaters
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After one drink we decided to head to Barcelona. 7 hour bus ride? Fuck it.
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Julien, t’aurais du venir, merde.
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more photos here

xo iris

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