When i was a kid, I really used to hate this dude.
You see, I was Bones Brigade to the bone marrow as a beginner and here was this joker... all glammed-out and hangin-loose with his long hair, his crazy headbands and his neon-everything with nary a sleeve in sight. I couldn't stand him.
"Why's he so cocky?" I thought. "He can't even do 360-sex-change-bodyjar-chink-chinks-to-revert like Tony. What a jerk!!"
Full-on rockstar... rockin 4 t-shirts simultaneously without actually wearing any of them on his torso. A blur of sunglasses and a cape on some superhero shit. Essentially, remember all that nice stuff I wrote earlier about Ray Barbee... pretty much the opposite of all that holds true for Christian.
But my stern anti-Hosoi stance would soon change though, the day I got to see him do a three hour demo in a parking lot while I was on vacation one year. I remember he had little more than a launch ramp and a parking block... and he killed it. He skated the whole time and was actually super nice to everyone, much to my surprise. So damn cool. Still got his autograph.
That demo was a master class for me as to not only what it meant to look good on a skateboard but also to look into and appreciate more of the different styles that are all part of skating. And it also served as my introduction to that great x-factor component i now know of as "steez". And this was the "secret" to Christian Hosoi. Dude was style supreme. A no-brainer to most but for some reason, it took six-foot-high judo airs for my dumbass to figure it out.
The next day after that demo, I went out and bought a pair of zebra-striped Jimmy Z shorts and some hair gel and proceeded to look like a complete idiot for the rest of the summer of 1988. I consider those purchases and the embarassing photos that resulted from such ill-advised fashion choices as style lesson numer two.
If you haven't seen Rising Son, do so.