watch this shit!
superbowl "god made a farmer" paul harvey commercial re imagined. if you haven't seen the original ram trucks superbowl commercial check it right here.
all photos by ryan young check more of his work here. script by taylor kennedy and joel jutagir.
- and on the eighth day, god looked down on his concrete paradise and said, "i need a caretaker." so god made a skateboarder. god said, "i need somebody willing to get up at the crack of noon, eyes bloodshot from the night before, call in sick from work, not stretch, then go to the spot and stay well past midnight repeatedly trying for that one miraculous trick." so god made a skateboarder.
god said, "i need somebody willing to try a flip trick down a gap all day, get a swellbow the size of a golf ball wipe the sweat from their eyes and say "i'll get it tomorrow" i need somebody stealthy enough to stake out a spot, sneak past security, only to arrive on the scene and make more noise than a lumber yard. who has more superstitions than an old wive, never says the words last try, counts the number of cracks in the ground, knocks on wood, then will turn and huck themselves down a set of stairs without so much as a second glance, "so god made a skateboarder"
god said, i need somebody strong enough to live off 99 cent burritos, pizza, baconators and other fatty foods, while remaining skinny enough to squeeze through the narrowest of fence poles.
it had to be somebody who'd grind straight and carve corners, somebody who'd rip, flip, get a clip, eat a bag of shrooms and strip and curse and bitch, bust tre's and skate all day. somebody who'd bind a crew together with the promise of five dollars if they pull it next try, then back it up with a double or nothing, then sigh and reply with smiling eyes when his homie says he's got it right here - you got this shit! "so god made a skateboarder"
- and on the eighth day, god looked down on his concrete paradise and said, "i need a caretaker." so god made a skateboarder. god said, "i need somebody willing to get up at the crack of noon, eyes bloodshot from the night before, call in sick from work, not stretch, then go to the spot and stay well past midnight repeatedly trying for that one miraculous trick." so god made a skateboarder.
god said, "i need somebody willing to try a flip trick down a gap all day, get a swellbow the size of a golf ball wipe the sweat from their eyes and say "i'll get it tomorrow" i need somebody stealthy enough to stake out a spot, sneak past security, only to arrive on the scene and make more noise than a lumber yard. who has more superstitions than an old wive, never says the words last try, counts the number of cracks in the ground, knocks on wood, then will turn and huck themselves down a set of stairs without so much as a second glance, "so god made a skateboarder"
god said, i need somebody strong enough to live off 99 cent burritos, pizza, baconators and other fatty foods, while remaining skinny enough to squeeze through the narrowest of fence poles.
it had to be somebody who'd grind straight and carve corners, somebody who'd rip, flip, get a clip, eat a bag of shrooms and strip and curse and bitch, bust tre's and skate all day. somebody who'd bind a crew together with the promise of five dollars if they pull it next try, then back it up with a double or nothing, then sigh and reply with smiling eyes when his homie says he's got it right here - you got this shit! "so god made a skateboarder"
