08/06/2009 | by Onboard
Marc Swoboda with an altogether more stylish take on the ‘euro gap’.
Nike 6.0 European honcho and general rad dad Phil Young recently returned from
keeping the crew from drinking too much Swedish hembrännt a shoot in northern Sweden with our very own Peter Lundström and sent in this report. Be sure to check for Peter’s action shots in next season’s mag.
Euro team wrestle gorillas.
So there’s not much to beat the opportunity of taking some of the Nike 6.0 Euro guys on a shoot in Sweden, though not having been to Sweden since I was 6 and my only grasp of the language being able ask if “there are any UFOs around?” there was a touch of the unknown about it.
Kildog and E-Mo.
Ben Kilner (Scotland – Where they wear kilts. Don’t laugh, they take it very seriously).
Ethan Morgan (Germany – He owns a pair of Lederhosen and is very proud of the fact).
Marc Swoboda (Austria – Great Arnie impression).
Victor Delerue (France – if you are a woman of a certain age you would not be able to resist squeezing his cheeks).
Gerome Mathieu (French 100%. He could not be more French if he was wearing a stripy top riding a bike with onions round his neck, a baguette under his arm and a filterless Gaulois hanging out of the side of his mouth).
Lundström atop a giant metal erection, not for the first time.
In fairness, most of the organisation was handled by über lens general Peter Lundström who spun his local magic with some undercover contacts to produce not just the only stash of rideable snow within 200 clicks in an area that stood out for its total lack of anything resembling a mountain, but had also remarkably arranged to have it shaped it into an architectural masterpiece that would have made Sir Norman Foster blush.
Blush, Sir Norman. Blush!
Though not a betting man, this hack would put money on this shot not being used in the ad campaign.
We were there for a Nike 6.0 ad and video shoot for next season, so it wouldn’t be right to let cats out of bags just yet with a full run down of the shoot, but you should know we’re talking monster tow in hips, crocodile gap kickers, barbed wire quarter pipe gaps with live sharks and flaming dwarves singing ‘tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree’ tied to tree jibs. Seriously we had it all – OK some of that isn’t true, the dwarves couldn’t quite hold the melody.
Gotta love the Scanners. Barely a hill in sight yet they still manage to scrape together a good booter.
The Lonliness of the Long Distance Filmer.
During the week we were also joined by Finnish sensation and new 6.0 signing Peetu Piiroinen who, after a right spankin’ season was just about able to lift a bowling ball let alone clear the piranha pit (oh, did I forget to mention the piranhas?).
Stripy top? That’d be Gerome Matthieu, then. Onions, beret and Gaulois are doubtless in the back of the van.
My biggest regret of the shoot was that I didn’t get to see Peetu drive, even fools know that every living Finn can Rally drive. Unfortunately, the best I saw from him was his help in pushing my van out of the mud, though I must say he did a very good job of that, maybe it’s something in the pickled fish. Next time perhaps……
“I know what you’re thinking. “Did he fire six shots or only five?” Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you’ve got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?”
Keep your eyes peeled for some clips of the shoot at the start of next season.