Greg Hunt

Greg is universally adored. 

I’m not being hyperbolic, nor am I exaggerating. In all my twenty years of skating and ten years in the skateboarding industry, I have not met a single person who didn’t admire, learn from, or fall a little bit in love with Greg at one point or another. When I say, ‘universally,’ I mean universally. Not just in skateboarding, but in the universe, Greg is the man. If an unidentified spacecraft came crashing onto the White House lawn, we should send Greg as our emissary. He can tell them about how he flew in the helicopter while filming Danny Way’s megaramp part for the DC video. He can tell them about how Mindfield is where he thinks he put in the most of himself. He can talk about being one of the most influential skate photographers of all time. Those aliens will be enthralled. They’ll gush. Cry through their armpits or whatever aliens do.

We interviewed Greg at our office in LA. He peed on our walls. That isn’t in the interview, but he did. How do we know? He told us. He was pissing in our office bathroom and started to look at all the boards, and I guess his mind wandered as they tend to when the mind is overcome with impressed sentiment at the sight of our immaculate collection of skateboards and crap, and Greg Hunt pissed on our wall a bit. Then he came out and told us. I asked if I could include that in the interview and he said yes, but we had to redo the interview a week later and that second interview ended up being way longer and lacked piss, so I put it in this intro. Thanks, Greg. It’s a bit of an honor.