Winterclash 2008 has come and gone, but the pictures are here to tell the story, and let everyone who missed out on the event see what it was all about. The ‘Clash brought out some crazy bastards, that’s for sure, like these guys, Nick Wood and Robbie Whitcomb, all the way from Santee. Since the Friday night pre-‘clash, the actual event, and the Afterclash sort of run together in the mind, we’ve lumped all the photos together to give you a true representation of what it was really like.

Benny Harmanus, sporting Wes’ flash reflector, doing his best Raiden impersonation, minus the electricity shooting from his hands.

Who needs to rent a car when you have a professional chauffeur in your midst? This is Jele, and he has a dream, George.

The Gecko and Martina mugging for the camera. Beauty and beast? Indeed.

Philip Forstner was around, doing his thing. Here we got him on the other side of the lens.

Andreas Wagenblast, better known as Gagi, let us crash at his place in Bad Reichenhall, then did his best Tom Cruise impression behind the Intuition Bar at the event. Thanks for everything Gagi.

Thorsten from Grindhouse sent his lovelies into the crowd to hand out magazines. Thanks Thorsten!

These are the Italian rollers responsible for the cool blade book, The Wasted Years. Cool guys with a good eye for blading.

This is what The Wasted Years looks like.

Showing off some new products that people had been waiting on, The Conference booth was jamming.

Mark Trebble and the Black Hearted Collaboration guys, hawking their wares and making new friends. Good talking with you Mark!

The Rat Tail booth killed it all day with heavy traffic, and lots of bladers getting a look at the new Nimh skate.

I hadn’t seen Sid Hussmann in years, since his last trip to California. Sid has the driest sense of humor in the world, and is a heavy-duty electrical engineer. I bet he can still rip on blades though.

Sebastian working the crowd at the Ignition booth.

Whammy! Concon doing that thing he does, with an extra touch of surprise for the camera.

Hey Damien, thanks for coming all the way to Germany to wear your favorite shirt. No, really, it is. Ask him.

Jojo Jacobi running his show. He only had to scream at the crowd a few times, otherwise they were well behaved (for the most part).

When the afterparty got underway, this dude, who Wes saw outside the venue chanting “Afterclash, Afterclash!” before they let everyone in, was the first one dancing.

Here’s a closer inspection of our dancer, and a big seal of approval. A few hours later, he’d be staggering around trying to box with everyone.

Austin Paz escaped from New York to kick it with the Valo guys… Martina wanted some champagne!

B Smith ain’t that impressed, but Austin is seriously stoked on his bottle of Moet.

After getting left behind at the hotel before the event by Dominic Sagona, Richie Eisler turned up to put smiles on all our faces. Good to see you Richie!

You know this guy. At the end of the night he was in classic form, straight fucking shit up. This one is called Carlos Pianowski in Germany.

“Congrats buddy” says Connor, or at least that’s what we assume. Why else would he have his arm around Bailers like that?

Here Joey G. and Chris Farmer are getting a major dose of one twisted Majette. Dude was talking shit all weekend. It was hilarious.

Denial’s John Schmidt, towering over what could have been true love. Or not.

Oh… my… god. What better way to end an exhausting, immune system weakening, pulse-pounding weekend then a picture of some random Euro blader assed out with his skates still on? Maybe naked pictures of Marissa Miller, but since that ain’t happening here, the answer is nothing.

Thanks Winteclash. It was a great time… we will see you again next year. And be sure to check out contest coverage in ONE Issue #9, coming in March.