From the pizza-laden streets of New York City comes Anthony Claravall, skateboard videography's answer to the loveable, bald-headed grin of George Foreman, and with just as much love of grilled snacks. The longest-running video gun at 411, Ant has been hunched over the bottom of stairs and rolling in uncomfortable lurched-out positions since hardflips to fakie on flat banks were cutting-edge, and he's used his Death Lens expertise and many connections with big-wigs to make his way around the globe in a thinly-veiled scheme to come up on rare Nikes and hot foreign women. If you ever have the pleasure of travelling with Anthony, be ready for anything from heated games of Scrabble over room-service cheeseburgers to guided tours of the sickest spots, both skate-wise and life-wise,'cause Ant's been everywhere and knows everybody- just be prepared to wait a looooong time for the bathroom to be free, 'cause shaving that massive dome of his every day takes some serious time. In all seriousness, Anthony not only has more stamps in his passport than anyone in skateboarding but he is also an amazing filmer and a high-quality dude in all respects. In parting, let it be known that Anthony had no driver's license and could not drive but for several years owned a car which he'd make other people drive him around in. Big ups, Ant. -- Mark Whiteley