Arina Rahman, fs air.
Kuopio, Sunday. The siren call of the Lippumäki bowl was too loud to ignore—so we followed it straight into the Finland National Bowl Championships. What we got was a full-on eyeball buffet of concrete carnage, board-snapping speed, and enough adrenaline to power a small city. Every carve felt like a shotgun blast, every slam like a church bell ringing in your skull. Worth the pilgrimage every damn time. Now gorge yourself on the photos!
Unna Peltotalo—Windmill’s street assassin turned bowl destroyer, grinding concrete with style so sharp it could cut glass. Streets, bowls, coping—nothing is safe when Unna drops in!
Ines Sinisalo, a beautiful backside disaster, wreaking havoc in front of a conquered jury—skate elegance meets utter chaos.
Elsa Vormala, backside air so smooth it’s like she didn’t even notice the abyss yawning beneath her, fear? Never met her.
Young local Nelli Ulmanen, claiming conquered territory with a backside carve grind over the cake—territory taken, style unleashed.
Ines Sinisalo, invert.
Unna Peltotalo.
The myth himself, Lare Vee, circling the bowl like a hawk on a mission—and of course, we had to snag a selfie with the legend. Chaos, concrete, and clout all in one frame!
Iiro Huhta, blasting through the bowl with the subtlety of a freight train on fire.
Riku Lokka, the old wolf of the bowl, Nordic warrior weaving magic on coping like it’s sorcery.
If your heart isn’t racing, you’re not watching Nooa Marjomaa—pure terror, pure joy, pure madness!
Time bends, gravity screams—Mikael Rautio floats in a backside air apocalypse!
The deep end trembles as Nooa Marjomaa unleashes an eggplant of pure anarchy—skateboarding will never be the same!
Mikael Rautio, frontside air—looking as terrifying as it feels, like he’s flirting with gravity and laughing at death.
Nooa Marjomaa, turning the bowl into a storm of style and gnarl—this shot is a detonated masterpiece!
Rasmus Mäkelä, turning the bowl into his personal warzone—Windmill style!
Sampo Martimo, Jussi Korhonen’s apprentice, blasting a lien-to-tail so heavy it bends reality!
Eino Vehviläinen, unplanned and unstoppable—massive air detonates the bowl, gravity cowers in fear!
Another masterstroke from Sampo Martimo—gravity bows, chaos applauds!
Arina Rahman—born to shred, leaving concrete screaming in his wake! Over vert? Forget it. He was never meant to be vertical anyway, smith grinding the piano coping blocks like a chaos maestro.
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